15.4.24

Why did I stop painting for so long? I'm not saying these are good or worthy of anything, but flooding back now are the memories of anticipation and excitement when you have before you, a blank page and paints you made yourself. The joy of paying homage to the tides, the sandbanks, the light, the passing weather, the aliveness, the magical dance of it all. It's time at last to truly celebrate and ignore the patronising pats on the back with words like 'never mind, you tried your best'. Oh so many daggers over the years. Well this is nothing to do with anyone but myself, the elements and the light. So I'm back and the damaging comments will all be swallowed up by the sea.