Winter Wimps

Who said you had to suffer for your art? Winter sets in and the “picknick painters” have turned to interiors, heaters and coffee.  Only last week I was admiring Euan MacLeod for trapsing the glacial wilds, slathering canvas in oil, wet, robust – it’s romantic -man vs nature but you have to admit that a pen, a well-loved home and a sketchbook can yield the same atmosphere -only warmer. The same warmth found in Julia’s cake fresh from her oven swathed in lime juice.

Once again our sufferance was minimal.

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