Thursday, 13 March 2014
PAP / Gallery News
Okay so they don't all work out. Forecast said sun, but there's no sun to be seen in Margaret's Buildings. No sun, that is, until I've committed myself to a grey day painting. I make a corned beef hash of it, but maybe I can come back another time and sort it out.
On the plus side, I bump into Jim:
"Don't I know you...?"
"Er ... what's your name?" (It has been over five years)
Unfortunately Charlie has gone to the great doggie kennel in the sky, but Jim is okay and I guess my painting is as good a testament to his canine buddy as any.
Here's a reminder:
And, coincidentally, this leads neatly into .... wait for it ...