I havnt touched my ipad art app , except once shortly after looking at my paintings up there in the big Norwich room, when  i returned to wells beach through the woods , as a comfort to check out the place where the angel sat .

 I'm finishing an oil painting ,3and a halve ft. x 2 and a halve ft. It's called :the earth . The earth though is very full .I'm loving the  paint and how i can use it layer upon layer , or not and how it leads me to understand things .
 But too i'm impatient to return to paper and the vitality of one decisive mark , and then another , and then too there's words that can make their mark (though that can happen in oil paintings too, i prefer paper ).
Also between those 2 ways of creating i'd love to animate some of my images , my son Becalelis inspires me with his animations . long ago when he was at the royal college i went into their animation studio and did a bird , i loved it and now wish i'd done far more .Today - mothers day he sent me an animation of my french angel going through my water colour , its rough and quick and i love it .
This writing is absurd when really I'm living in images , but computers too have their ways and im slow to resolve them .
Plenty more space ahead , for pictures to be "inserted" thank God .
 

I did this  right by the river  'Dordogne' in france 20 years ago. Then found it again when i was moving my studio.I did a bit more to it ,and realised how moved  am by it .

At last ,with time, i can admire it , thats a new sensation .

 Now its up in a fine big room in Norwich,  and , i'm happy that its being looked at .

Years ago i had a show in london with 16 huge water colours , related to this one but this one wasn't up, and it was a painful show , though the work its self  looked alive and fine i thought .

The best part of showing my paintings this time has been seeing 2 of my huge watercolours up in a large quiet room  in the assembly house . At home i dont have that sort of room , or that sense of visiting quietness to just look .
And the little ones were lined up against the skirting board , and they reminded me of my sons starting at primary school . Even as paintings they remained alive and  done , and apparently done by me .
It's worth the turmoil i put myself in for these moments .