My art space is all torn apart at present, with the construction of a new, better version going on. Naturally I am desperate to get in it and get going again, with all my art junk filling all other rooms of the house and nothing to be found when I want it etc. Another 2 weeks or so should see order of some sort return. Meanwhile my notes to myself re paintings are mounting up, little scraps of paper in heaps. I date them so I can tell how my art fuel levels fluctuate, keen over a couple of days, then relapse into housewifely duties, before another splurge of crazy ideas. The way things are heading, I ought to concentrate on writing! No. not really.
New paintings are taking shape in spontaneous watercolours, but there is detailed observation in drawing, too, sometime, which I really enjoy. Have been very interested to see the latest exhibition at The Black Swan in Frome, Sketchbooks. A terrific insight into the workings of lots of creative minds, better than seeing finished works, in my opinion.