Last night I ran away from the house and sat in my van by the sea and sketched, leaving children watching Harry Potter. Peace. I think I must take after my grandfather who would retreat to the chicken shed with cake and talk to the chickens. My van is like a mobile shed. The sunset beautiful, pale moon gold with big waves.
Today working away and sometimes it goes well and for moments I enjoy what I am doing but most the time it just won't look like the image that lives inside my mind. So I take a photo, to look at the piece in another way. And I think.