I’m not being miserable – it’s the sun in my eyes. I’ve tried this as a painting before, but blowing up a 4 inch early seventies photo to a metre square doesn’t produce the best results, and the girl in the poncho attached to my arm is even more miserable. I mean the sun is in her eyes too.
Painting in landscape means you can’t see my lovely trousers that actually hooped under my feet. Fine until I started growing. I’m hoping this photo is out of my system now.
Moving on…
