Feathers

So had a good paint this morning, then had to go out. I was wriggling with it for a good two hours. This one is proving tricksy, as the new and yet unwritten project manifesto should dictate the painting has to be largely unedited. So it has to be a raw, emotive crash. A reaction of honesty. Although I'm still lying. To a degree, but maybe that will make for better work. But then fails the idea and invites formula. Though formula doesn't include colour. Only style, content, method. Power nap (first in a long time) then more.