This last month brought 2 new collectors. I can replenish my dwindling supply of paint. It’s a great feeling, it feeds the art.
There’s a thrill in the piece on my easel now, an inclination to push the colour and form.
It’s a monument of Brussels sprouts set on a pedestal of hope. Another friend saw it and declares she wants it now.
What happen next is anyone’s guess.
Blank spaces on the wall stare and stare .