12.4.24

Sometimes you don't appreciate a painting until you come across it later in time. In this instance over two years later. So many of my paintings are inspired by the elements here and involve figuring out how to translate them. The passing tides and clouds on ethereal conveyors of time, the mists, the distant mountains, the restless shore. Although painting here seems mostly a futile practice, I can think of many other futile practices that are less rewarding. I'm just realising how much I miss painting, mostly for the serendipity, the mindful meditation, the riddles and the journey itself. This painting is in egg tempera measuring 40 x 3cm. I wasn't keen at the time but now I'm seeing it with fresh eyes, it is somehow different. Better.