Creating: An occasional discourse and diatribe

The pickled Emperor's new clothes. There's a pickled fish in the papers today, 'worth' a lot of money. There are banks in the papers today in a pickle, worth nothing.

Pickle…a funny word…a funny world…

Going sailing next week…for two days, but only if this low pressure increases.

My sketchbook is always in my head, just hoping my head won't always be hanging over the side…?!

Restored the garden of two octogenarian's this morning…pruning all their neglected roses for health, strength and shape. It's always a pleasure when clients really appreciate what I do for them in their garden. But, all the time I was wanting to paint…but painting alone just doesn't pay the bills.

If the exhibition in Portugal actually happens I will be able to spend more time doing what I love best…creating…painting…

Water, water, what a great day!…up and out early to witness the storm. Just the two of us on the beach looking across the wild horses getting absolutely drenched…fantastic…Nature in all her force and fury and beauty just cannot be replicated…only witnessed and remembered for future paintings…wonderful…

White, white paint, white walls. Flat trade matt white…such a lovely paint and such a lot of walls to cover…I can't help being distracted into using my large wide brush for mark-making on an epic scale…then developing the image into a pristine flat matt white wall.

We can all paint a wall white but this does remind me that it's the process that matters.

…and while I'm painting inside the box there's time to think outside the box…developing my thoughts along the lines of a series of landscape images relating to our planet. Having just painted two large white circles on a white wall, I'm thinking of naming the series Plan8…perhaps a predominantly white series…