The tide going out at wells.

in the distance little dunlins are twirling over the wet sand.

 This is one of my bigger oils that will go to norwich. i find this is the hardest bit of being a painter , organising , carrying , photographing , and all the time keeping a slight distance from the done work . in my head i have an image of 2 men in brown overalls coming in to collect some famous persons  finished master piece, and of course it would be exquisitely wrapped . Its as if the painting is a mental patient , and the artist a delicate parent .

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