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Selected chapter headings:
“III. Describes A Night Of Destiny.”
“XIII. Wherein Bimbo The Jester Jingles – And To Some Effect.”
“XIX. Which Is A Short, Though Pregnant Chapter.”
“XXIV. Concerning A Hairy Gardener That Was A Phantom.”
“XXV. Which, Being of No Particular Import, Is Brief.”
“XXXV. Describes A Most Original Wooing.”
The Fool Beloved by Jeffrey Farnol, The Book Club, London, 1950.
I will probably die with this painting unfinished. In fact, I will probably be crushed to death when the then-two-foot-thick layer of crusty oil paint weighing down the surface of the canvas finally cleaves away like an Arctic ice shelf breaking, and they’ll find me crumpled underneath, palette knife and unfeasibly tiny paintbrush still clutched in my stiffening fingers.
Work perpetually in progress.
Oil and sundry on cotton. 100cm x 100cm.
The early hours of New Year’s Day.
Low-res pictures of a playground on a rainy night, taken with a cheap/borked digital compact.
The ocean tearing itself to shreds on the rocks during last night’s storm.
I’m not sure if I’ve learned anything this year, other than that there are a hundred ways to fall in love with the ocean.
Silverstrand, Christmas Day, 2012.
Moonlight.
Before I forget
I don’t want to forget