New painting. On the blackest of Wednesday’s my computer crashed and my heart and soul were tempted to go down with it. Instead I took pencil, paint and crayon to canvas and created this. A day and much more was salvaged in the doing. Inspired by the work of that great Austrian Master Egon Schiele.
New work, new materials, new season, new moon, new morning, new new new.
Same drawing as 5:05PM this time in colour. Chalks and soft pastels on black card.
A remarkable thing is the human foot. Also quite exquisite naked of its flesh. I have a fascination with feet. One theory explains such a fascination with having spent a large amount of time in infancy being at foot level with our caregivers. At such a vantage point they become mythical and unfathomable in their importance. Inscrutable and bewitching.
I like to make myself at home wherever I go. Tea drinking is a big part of that. Improvisation is often involved.
Workshop participant A.
Where is the teapot?
Workshop participant B.
She is painting it .
It was a very pretty teapot. Crying out to be painted. I should have waited for it to be emptied perhaps but none of that matters now.