29 02 2020

Here's an old painting of the Plague, which seems appropriate... not for me or home but the world in general. The pic on the easel is following the theme.
Weird times anyway. Yesterday felt tremendous, energetic and happy; and after a very short time in the studio decided I really really didn't want to  paint. Don't remember such a feeling - distaste for the process, weariness at the outcome. Perhaps because of the total lack of encouragement, internal or external.
Off now to have another go. Will finish the current work, plus the crown, then clean up. Properly.

28 02 2020

... hard at it, which means a lot of time lying on the day bed looking at the easel. I suppose its one way of painting; 10 mins slamming the stuff on, half-an hour getting over it.
Well, its raining.

25 02 2020

Done fiddling.

23 02 2020

SO pleased with this :) And a couple of other things too. Some corner turned.

22 02 2020

By the time I got round to drawing at La Franqui it was a bit windy so bashed out one seascape only. Quite like it. Great day out. Sea side terribly refreshing.

21 02 2020

 Dead hen picture finished, <sniff>

 Death and the maiden, dunno - needs something - and this needs everything.

BUT off the the coast today. Taking drawing stuff.

20 02 2020

Yesterday started badly with my pretty black hen dead, feet in the air, no apparent reason. I'd been painting a captured bird that afternoon, a distressed and screaming bird -
thence to Carcassonne, Ian to hospital, other stuff = no studio time. When I did look in was alarmed that I've taken to doing really ugly stuff. Did I ever have notions of The Line of Beauty kind of thing? Why would I inflict nastiness on a viewer?