So after more twiddles of the wrist and a few poke-the-brain-with-your-eye decisions, we've arrived here. Getting there, somewhere. I'm back to reading Stephen King or studying Chinese... Then I'll get back to painting...
Pinned up on the wall: two pieces of vellum, translucent surface for the flickering scribble, drawing, painting, finger-marking trail of oil and crushed pigment... ...one day to develop itself into part 2 of Ways to Cross the Water, in this case: swim.