Six weeks and eighteen paintings later

What life looks like this morning

The months of November and December have been unprecedentedly wet, sometimes cold and wet but pretty dam miserable. This has meant no gardening but a great deal of time in the studio.
Six weeks in fact. A great luxury.
Whilst my mental state has not been its best I have at least had the joy of pushing some of my ideas and compositions further than before. Sketches and ideas from Crete have taken some time to evolve, with some turning sour and having to be abandoned but the beginnings of Erik 2 has started to unfold.
It looks as if it will be a lot darker in telling than the first story with a good deal more drama. But that's for the writing to unfold which will come later.