I curse the things I always leave until Wednesday morning to get done: today these included printing off directions to collect the 'Wish You Were Here' canvas from Manchester, with a convoluted road trip via here there and everywhere thrown in; emailing and phoning various people to meet/visit during the trip; constructing a CD cover for a belated birthday present; checking a L'Amour Electronique mix before it goes live; plus various other odd jobs. Consequently I greeted the studio just after midday.
And even then I didn't crack on with the neon painting. Instead I began some new Tricolore posters for the aforementioned L'Amour Electronique.
It is lunch time now. I need sustenance. Then the painting.
Or not. The time is 17:22, I have done precious little painting, except for adding some acid-y pale blue glow to the morse-code. I feel frustrated and listless. I have about an hour and 40 minutes left to do something worthwhile. Here I go...
18.10: I. GIVE. UP. But not before I've got my hands dirty blackening 12 sheets of A4 with indian ink, and painting another Tricolore. The black paper is for a mock-up of a proposal I'm waiting to hear back about. The Tricolore to add to the collection above.