This is more like it. I feel my painting has developed at such a pace since arriving in Mexico that I can barely keep up. This is a ‘problem’ that I have not dealt with before, normally it feels like walking through setting cement. I am actually fearful of a return to drab, grey cold England, I fear my painting will fall down a metaphorical sink hole. In the meantime I will make the most of my time left here, there is an endless reel of subject matter. This painting is finished and it has thrown up a lot of questions around stylistic solutions.
Houses on a hill, Mexico