New tubes of paint

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.

Brussells sprouts on the stalk, work in progress.

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 .