Today I spent a lot of time labelling canvases, mounting watercolours and slipping them into cello bags, and packaging cards for my 'River' exhibition. I think there'll be at least 60 paintings on the walls. Then I sat under the plane trees on the embankment and painted the late afternoon shadows. Inadvertently, I seem to have painted a shaman and his follower; the drop-out on the bench with his bike must be me. Light bounces off the river and off the newly laid pinky path, creating a strangely illuminated understorey. Fallen leaves scatter the ground. Across the river, in the distance, people in Mill Meadows appear as white spaces between the silhouetted trunks of trees. A composition in green, russet and mauve. |