Every morning I wake up all excited, eager to get stuck into a brand new painting. Much to the relief of my wife!
I spring out of bed, make a big cup of coffee and head down to my garden studio full of enthusiasm, totally primed for a marathon 12 hour session. At the end of the day I stagger back up the garden, totally shattered, reeking of turps and looking like Keith Richard’s scrotum.
But it’s worth it. Well, most days it is; ol’ Imhotep here slunk off Ebay for peanuts. I thought it was a great painting!
