11 04 2020

entering 4th week of lockdown and baffled to note that my output has plummeted. How has this happened? I suppose my mind is filled with the paintings-for-client and now each step must be approved, which slows it all down.
However, I could be working on my own stuff. I'm not so focused on the other stuff, after all - shes doing the thinking, I just respond.
Spending a lot more time on social media, so called. Hey ho, why not. Miss my mates.

09 04 2020

Got three roughs off to client, only one to go. Started staring at fresh canvas where my ideas will tumble crazily unless I get some notions structured soon. A lot of thinking gets done in conversation, I reckon. Internal dialogue too whimsical, even for me.

07 04 2020

Cleaned studio. Started work on Oswald funeral portrait. Every animal that has lived with us gets a funeral portrait as part of my grieving and the dining room, where they hang, is filling up...
Finger not as bad, swelling gone, not right though. Intermittent pain and grip difficult. Good excuse for being lazy in these days.

05 04 2020

Swelling on finger much lesser, still not pliable. About to do a slow and careful clean in the studio - left handed - sweet note from client which clarifies some stuff. Will address when hand usable, studio clean and a new piece established.
Missing family. At this time it was planned that I should be in England for my sisters 50th with all the family. Feel most cheated.

04042020

Out of action! Something has happened to my middle finger which cant bend without pain that bashes about the hand. Remembered the tubes that paintsticks come in and though they were in the recycling bag they were still there, perfect size and immediate easement of pain. Painsticks haha.
Client has queries and wants changes to my roughs that I don't understand. All on hold.

03 04 2020

Got these prelims and some other roughs off to client yesterday - she is ill and busy but will deal with it tomorrow afternoon. 

Managed with Bobs help to correct and mail the GSB paper - all done now (until the next catastrophe -) and now my life is my own, albeit briefly. Sunshine outside.  Will take some walk now prior to cooking lunch and then cleaning pallet. 

01042020

spent the morning beating this into a starter-shape, it might yet come together... in the meantime the mother is waiting and the child is dying, it is a nightmare.
The paper that successfully and expensively got off on time now needs some changes that I cant effect. Am lying low and hoping they'll forget I exist.
Life was much more relaxed before the oasis of lockdown