Most of the time I do let it go. But I'm a writer. The idea formulates, and I begin to compose the words in my mind. That's where the problem lies.
I'm not going to write about her I've decided. Not today at least. She can wait for another day. I have been miserable enough this week.
I found this old photograph in a book. It is the harbour in Hugh Town, Isles of Scilly. We often holiday there. I have made a painting of it. Thought you might like to see how the painting developed. I am pleased with this painting, and it certainly improved my mood, as I thought of the lovely times I have had there with my extremely handsome son George, who will be eighteen years old on Friday.
|A scary blank canvas.|
|Get rid of the white.|
|Here we go!|
|Rough sketch with a brush.|
|Give it a dramatic sky.|
|Do not copy slavishly.|
|Add your own touch.|
|The finished work. All there is to do now is varnish it and sell it! Hopefully!|