This is my attempt at the monkification of a whip-bearing man for my Flagellation of Christ, one of the three paintings I'm working on. The other one had problems. The oil paint that I "traced" it with was partly washed away by the imprimatura. I must either wait longer next time (I will!) or rub more gently (I will! - although to rub harder gives better smoother results). This sad wearing away of my new friend, my first big painting of 2012 is an setback among many other recent triumphs, including the successful launch of my long exhibition at Crewe Hall. The mother of a talented your singer spoke to me. I'd like the singer to sing some of my songs but she's young yet and has many options before her and will need much guidance from her parents and wise friends.
But now time is ended!
Bong!
The clock has struck!
Bong!
The winter has melted!
Bong!
The sun is here!
Bong!
The time for worries is done. The time for preparation is over. Time has beaten us!
Bong!
The clock is racing and the moon is running. The sun is dead and the night is born!
Bong!
No time for more music videos even though some are needed!
Bong!
No time to sell on etsy for the first time!
Bong!
No time to post a painting to the Abbeywood Estate sale!
Bong!
No time to tell you about the charity auction in Bristol where my works are to star, with the support of Gillian Anderson, Stephen Fry and the Lord Mayor! No time to tell you about my first radio interview last Tuesday!
Bong!
Time is out and time it set to begin for now, yes, now is the time to draw back that great velvet curtain that leads to summer. Tomorrow I will enter my hermitude. I will shut off the universe, alone with my limnetic lover! It is time, dear friends, to paint.
Let the bells peel in joy!
