The last two weeks have been a time of extreme highs and lows and painting just fell off the agenda. But last night I went to the pipe where there was a chilly wind blowing and rough sea. Calvin and his friends went out but I sat and painted the path going through the dunes to the sea. A different view of the poles. The wind filled my pallette and eyes with sand but it was great to be down there.
Later that evening I made a fire in the stove and waited for Mia the fat porker to come an lie down and had another go at that scene. I was a bit distracted but it went OK I think.
Some real steps forward I think. I may fill in some more colour in the top of the painting. She shuffles around a lot. And Ethan came and pulled some ticks off her which didnt help. The stove is a much better shape and I like what happened behind the open door and I got the potjie quite well – I must think through the shadows a little.
So – there we are – back in the saddle…