close of day

I remember my very good friend Chris Webb (UK photographer) once remarking that it was incredible how your mood can swing from hour to hour. This was just one of those days. Had arrived at total black moldyness at about 3.00, then finally got around to some tentative laying of paint onto wood. Sudden light, all seemed well. Even if its only a small amount of paint in some sort of direction, I must remember to make something every day. Following will (perhaps) be some images of my recent . . . ish work.