Nearing the end of a book that began some years ago is almost as difficult as being at the beginning. Working hard to try and keep a rhythm working in the paintings, and at the same time Hannah is coming to the end of her time at school. We both have much to do. Unhappy with the green and the trees of the girl in the clearing I reworked the whole image and whilst not satisfied with the woodland as it is now I do prefer it.
Meanwhile, outside there are patches of rich gold, gorse and cowslips. With my studio windows open on a blue sky day I can hear the chicks that have hatched in the magpies’ nest and the jackdaws too. Walking at the airfield the skylarks made the air loud and beautiful.