I find myself up when i should be sleeping, my head full of words and colours. I know myself well enough to make use of the inconvenience. This business in my head which keeps me up is food for creativity.The cool of the night along with the dark silence are conducive to painting and or writing. The silence is not complete of course ,the garden has a host of nightime visitors some of whom screech whilst others just rustle and scratch or splash ( frogs). If its warm then i open the french doors and let the night in,to surround and embrace me, to complete the process of preparation.
This last week or so i have put silk away,not through boredom ,more through need. I need to work faster and silk is a slow business.For me water colour has always been an easy option,it has an immediacy that moves at my need for speed. The feel of wet paper. messy brushes,mixing colours until they all make brown and i stop to clean up and start again. I am at once a child again,playing with paint and enjoying what i discover, going nowhere but finding my way to somewhere each time, i am lucky i think, i take such simple pleasure and revel in it. Sure enough as time flows i finish and find my way back to sleeping, rested, empty and fulfilled. Goodnight.