Evening Prayer Brunswick heads, 29 February, 2020, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm
An interesting session the other night which gave me two studies. This was the first one when the light was just beginning to turn. Like almost all of them, it came quickly. I hardly have to time to think, indeed, if I find myself thinking I am screwed. This is one activity which does not pardon fantasies of any kind. Often there are pretty women who come own the path and many of them, surprised at seeing a painter working just up on the dune few metres to their right, will smile quickly, often furtively and even with a hint of embarrassment as if I am an old relic to be seen with sympathy. Ha ha. So, I cannot pay them much attention, or I am dead, so to speak.