My direction seems to be slipping down the ladder of the painting gods. At least Ken Kiff is more in reach. I really do like Ken and his mystical take on the world but I am hoping to put the breaks on before getting to his ‘zoo’ of animal friends. The tortoise has survived and has a suitably discreet presence on the horizon. This painting has turned out well and I prefer it to the previous one which has an awkwardness to it, possibly more compositional than anything else.
A distant headland, Mexico.