This used to be a real frustration for me years ago, I still don’t get it right first time, but now it has turned into a real positive. There is something about the slow build up and search that shows in the paint (not appreciated on the mobile phone!). It creates a richness of colour and form and it also creates an intensity of looking. I would call it an intensity of intention, a dogged determination not to settle for unsatisfactory solutions. I keep thinking of Georges Rouault, partly due to the odd sky but also the crusty accumulation and intensity, and dare I say it, spirituality, of the painting.
Edge of the village. Day 5