I was wondering how long I could take off from painting before I was dragged back like the sirens calling the ship towards the rocks. Two weeks was the answer. Painting fulfils a role I have been unable to replace. That role is one of a deep dissatisfaction with something I have been trying to perfect for decades. I suspect nothing will change however long I continue. Its seems to me like I have been given a huge lump of marble to chip away at, and all that has appeared so far is a smaller lump of marble. The title of the painting is vague, and it has not photographed well, its good to be back.
View across a field. Day 1