Long painty Sunday

What should have been a pleasant days painting on another glorious day was marred ever so slightly by the continued worries on loop in my head.. Not knowing if we will have to start all over again looking for a property when we have already written a business plan around this one, which is as I speak sitting on the desk (or computer) of my business bank manager. When we have handed in notice from our jobs and booked a weekend break, organised a man to sand the floor... Repeating one of my favourite and overused mantras helps but slightly - 'this too shall pass.'

Aside from this, and the fact that I am feeling queasy from smoking three cigarettes today after a ten year period of blissful abstinance, a very productive day. Used to having fans of Ritchie's work visiting the gallery (well it is his gallery) it is pleasant to find that people are returning to view mine. A couple who visited yesterday came again today with friends with the sole reason of showing them my paintings and were very pleased to meet me and find me painting away in the back shop. Strange feeling, but appreciated. The painting took off on its own today after a bit of a false start when a pal of Ritchie's appeared and chatted about painting for ages; interesting but a bit rambling and it stopped me hitting my stride until an hour had passed. Can't complain as I made up for it, and the image above is now out of date by a few hours as I continued back home.

Even managed to handle the visit of some local kids out to provoke me better than normal, by the simple use of silence and one of my mother's 'old fashioned' looks. Works best when peering over glasses; never guess she was a teacher... plenty tricks up those sleeves.

Having consciously gone through a phase of limited colour I have found myself letting go with all the tubes in the box in the last two pieces I have done - imminent spring feeling perhaps? I think the limitation did some good though as I am a little more thoughtful about where and why I am putting colours, and much more aware of tones. This has always tripped me up a little and I often find I have completed an entire painting in a myriad of colour, but only one tone.

These new ones are destined for the new venture, which I dare not think about tonight as it will set me off on crazy doom scenarios again. Monday dawns none too quickly.