BACK TO THE FUTURE

And so, back to the now dried recycled piece I started earlier. Now its looking a bit more like it, I hope you agree. The falling man has fallen into the void unfortunately so I may have to look into tweeking him a little, just to bring him back into play.

Im also working on a smaller abstract, I think I can satisfy something inside of me if I swing from abstract to figure to abstract for the time being.

If I get despondent its only natural. I have been reading about artists such as Stanley Spencer, and S.J.Peploe, both of whom got despondant over their work. Its only natural to feel this way when the work doesnt work. But we work it out.

One way I have of working things out of my head is to ride my scooter. Today, before I started painting in the early evening, I went for a long ride around the country lanes, passing through Aston Flamville, Broughton Astley, Frolesworth, Leire, Sapcote and back to Burbage. By the end most of the blackness in my mind had been blown away. It felt so good riding on the mostly clear lanes between the fields of Leicestershire, and dont the villages have such lovely names?

Wont be getting much painting done tomorrow or sunday as of course I will be sitting waiting for work in the taxi trying desperately to not get dragged down by it all. But I have a good book to read, "Bindis and Brides" by Nisha Minhas, and if that fails I also have "Understanding the Mind" by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso, so it should be a good weekend then ! lol

One piece of excellant news came through today via text on the old mobile........Amy Mulford has got herself a job in a special needs school near her home, fighting off 99 other applicants. I understand she is having champers with family this evening. Well I say congratulations to Amy,she deserves it and will be good at the role Im sure.

The tickets came today for the graduation ceremony, which is now only a week away. Not sure how I feel about it all now, but since Ive paid for it all I shall be there, count on it, even if Im there alone.

The studio got invaded too. They are impersonating three brass monkeys. Aparently one of them looks like me according to my estranged sons!