Twenty five years ago we were wed. Expected to wake this day, together, in a special place, Arms wrapped round. Interesting that having been slapped hard by it, There is not now such fear of death, nor do I court it. Life is special. Perhaps, that is the special of this unimaginable Anniversary for which the only silver given is In my hair.
The Studio at Line's End Farm is where I paint and try to find some joy again, and some equilibrium, not simple these days. One weblog records thoughts, ideas, methods and mixtures, palettes, observations, actually anything that intrigues me concerning my painting and working in the studio. Another observes only the horse in paintings that I find influential. The last are done for my sanity. All are my opinion only, open to other suggestions.