This blogging lark is hard work. I suppose I knew it would be, talking about my work instead of producing it. I feel I have slipped into a time management nightmare. Preparations for the open studios are not helping; The garden has turned jungle almost overnight, and that bathroom won’t paint itself. Frantically trying to rustle up paintings because some of my best work is on a boat in the Atlantic, which I realise is a cool thing to say, until I add that it’s not going, it’s coming back. Finger’s crossed it makes it back in time…
Pevensey was an Easter trip away a few years ago. I took loads of these photos; have produced a few paintings, (the classic ‘Fairy Lights’), and have got a nice selection of photo cards. So I could be repeating myself if I talk about sneaking around in the dark spooking the campers. So I won’t. Instead I have an arty tip: If your aim is quantity not quality, don’t pick a pic where a third of the image is windbreak. Not that I’m saying my aim is quantity… next project… 204 portraits done in a day.
