painting sessions just to reassure myself that everything is ok. This is the full fat painting I always thought it could be if I have the energy and motivation to push it on. This painting did stall in the early stages. There is always that problem of getting past the point where it resembles a child’s finger painting and you start to question yourself. For some reason my enthusiasm evaporated. Anyway, I did quite a bit of repainting today, especially the sky and it has moved it on again. My original intention of a delicate spring evening has been blown away by full on Expressionism, more Max Beckman than Monet and rightfully so.
Whittingham. Day 5