Instead some momentum. Once again the painting has been turned in the direction I had originally intended, always with a struggle though. I don’t know if I ever had the thought that gradually painting would become easier and at some point I would be wielding the brush with complete mastery. I think I did think this way around the age of 13 or 14 but decades later I know the reality, and it is not how I imagined. The painting is almost finished. It was a bright blustery day when I took the photo and I think a sense of that has come through. Just needs a bit more tickling and it will be finished.
The golf course in autumn. Day 5