[WEDNESDAY 13 JUNE 2012]
Out in the studio and raring to go. I cracked straight on with the blue 'morse code' painting, determined to get the glow along the edges looking better, and to get the blackness looking deeper and darker. I ended up with it propped up on two paint tins against the garage door - giving me the opportunity to get some much needed distance from the canvas.
Things were going well and after adding a little glint of light to each of the dots and dashes, I retired up to the loft to clean my brushes.
And then THUD! I dropped everything and rushed down the ladder to find the canvas face down in the dust and dirt.
A minor clean up operation ensued, removing specks of dust and grit from the fresh paint - this isn't the first time this has happened, so you would think I would have already learned my lesson. But no, I curse myself and do my best to clean up what had been a pristine coating of paint. The painting is now safely on the wall in the house, hopefully away from any more dust and crud...
After lunch I gave my mind a bit of a wander with some Sub/conscious drawings. The result: more animals, clowns and speed demons spilling from my brain.
I need a change from painting neon, and with just an hour or so before I head home, I render the balconies on the Le Corbusier canvas in jolly shades of blue and yellow, as they are on the actual building.