Home now for two weeks and during that time I have been struggling with the cover for A Rhyme in Time. The first two attempts were complete failures. Ugly, stiff, static, badly drawn, wrong, wrong, frustratingly wrong. Hours of sitting and painting wasted. Evetually I went and walked through a couple of fields and caught a glimpse of something better.
Hours of painting and at last I think I have finished. Wrapped up in the cover are rhymes from inside:
Hark hark, the dogs do bark.
Tom, Tom the piper's son.
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross.
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
Four and twenty tailors went to catch a snail.
I saw a ship a sailing.
Jack be nimble.
How many miles to Babylon.
All the pretty little horses.
The painting came from many places. A love of watches, a memory box, a carousel seen in Milton Keynes, the work of Terry Gilliam, keys, clocks and stars and the mad anarchic nature of nursery rhymes.
Now I am tidying up my studio, looking and thinking, and then I will move on to the next painting.