Hey, it's Tuesday! I shouldn't be doing any drawing. Don't I know that today's an office day? Duh!
I'm almost there, I can feel it. The end is nigh and it's looking flowery.
Just ... one more ... coat hook.
I can do it ...
I am a broken man.
P.S. Don't know what I was thinking with the hoody.
Too much studio action recently so despite the aches and pains of yesterday's 5-aside football debacle I hobble down GPS to stand outside one of the empty shop fronts in Argyle Street.
Just a little painting, should be fine, but oh no ...
I get casual with the layout and the next hour is spent trying to correct the Victoria Art Gallery - will I never learn.
There's this Bath Prize thingy coming up in a couple of weeks time where you have to paint a Bath landmark of their choice and have it dry and framed within a week. Top prize £2,500 (or thereabouts).
I was tempted. I was going to give it a go, but now ...
Look at this ... only 12" x 12" and it's a mess [so distraught am I that I have to post the image small so you can't really see it.]
I'm going to have to come back and sort it out another time.
This kind of performance isn't going to win me the coveted BATH PRIZE. I have worked out the timings and I reckon I will have a window of one or maybe two days to do the actual painting. Let's just hope it's sunny (long shot as it coincides with Wimbledon).
It's with a sense of relief that I pack up and whizz off - I've got to be somewhere at 11.00. Yes, that's it - quick let's go - not slinking off, but head held high - I've got places to go and people to see.
P.S. Later, back in the studio and I put the finishing touches on the portrait so here it is fyi. (fyi - that doesn't make any sense, better would be fyvp - for your viewing pleasure.)