Oil on canvas 120cmx90cm
Circles-in-the-Forest walk. The perfect antidote to hospital. The hum, slither and manipulation of electronics that turn the body into a series of dark and light. Abstract tracts of wood worm on an ancient tree, leasing to the vault of blue. A touch of rain, magical.
The world asleep under its grey blanket, lulled by the waves breaking on the beach. The sound of my feet pounding the pavement, unnaturally loud.
‘Fly Fisherman’, a small commissioned painting. An underpainting of Naples Yellow, for depth in the river and provides a smoother surface over the canvas for the grey (Cobalt Blue and Burnt Sienna) outlines of the figure.
Fortunately, no anomalies found with all the tests. Different treatment regime to try and reign in my wayward blood-sugars.