Well this morning I had doubts I would ever paint again. A short walk around the lake and all that has been washed away. I’m at that stage where there is a niggling feeling to start something big. The Windang series is still undone, the more I visit the lake, the stronger it gets. Today the smell brought it back and I found myself looking for vantage points to tie a canvas on sight without attracting too much attention.
At the same time I’m restacking my bookshelves after the move and I’m re-visiting past love affairs with artists. I need to go back. Windang and Kevin Connor both with that spatial freshness.