I like this. It's the new routine. On Thursdays I drive to the studios and at the end of the day bring home my portable box easel and a board to paint on. On Fridays I walk to the studios with the easel and board and do a painting on the way. This leaves me with a painting of a crunchy part of Bath together with no car on a Friday afternoon with drinks in the offing - it's a win win situation.
This week on my Friday walk to the studios finds me trying to be all William Wrayesque next to a railway bridge (still yellow lines in the composition, but not that dominant). I try and make something of the colours as I find them (apart from the green - dangerous colour, green) without losing sight of the fact that it's a grey miserable day and is never going to be anything but.
It's all students and bendy buses around here, but I ignore them in my painting just as they ignore me. One conversation of note:
Old lady: Can I have a look?
Me: Of course.
OL: That's an unusual subject to paint.
Me: It's early days.
OL: I wish I could paint like that.
Me: Well, it's not much at the moment, but we'll see.
OL: Can I leave you with these copies of our Watchtower magazine?
The painting isn't finished (I know it sounds a bit like and excuse, but it's true). I need to wait until it dries to go back over and emphasise the light in the distance on the road and the car showroom - and then, oh yes, and then ... you'll see ... you'll all see ... BWAHAHAHA ...