Pinching myself. Sometimes, I paint to make myself feel like I exist. Probably a bit like tweeting for other people.
This one is all folky, it was probably that Bob Dylan film I watched last night that did it.
It’s called A Bird In The Hand is Worth A Multitude On the Barbed Wire. It is another weeny one (six inches by six). It is acrylic, ballpoint pen, ink and my favourite old pair of pyjamas, given an entirely new context - which is a good metaphor for retirement all round. Hmmm, is it obvious that I’ve spent a LOT of time alone this week?
