Why couldn’t I have decided to paint the landscapes of Northumberland 30 years ago whilst still living in London?. That would have been a remarkable decision given where I am now. Instead I spent the intervening years heading off down various rabbit holes only too emerge confused and disappointed. My saving grace is that I just kept going but it seems like a long and tortuous path to finally arrive at the correct destination. It seems less of a destination, rather finally finding the right bus queue to join. I suppose it was a personal journey I had to travel. Now I am in the right place I have potentially another 30 years to enjoy the ride. Painting is going well, nearing completion.
Netherton, springtime. Day 5