They say — well, someone says — anyway I’m sure I once heard someone say — that you never finish an art work, you just decide to stop working on it.
So I have.
Walking to Assisi
[oil on canvas, 85x60cm]
There’s an obscure intertextual reference to the once extremely popular Irish writer, Edward Plunkett, aka Lord Dunsany. In his short story, Carcassonne, the protagonists never get to Carcasonne, and my little China girl never actually reached Assisi, as her bonkers itinerary meant visiting three cities on that one day, and the bus stop on the outskirts of the town was the nearest she got, as she headed for city two. As the shadow shows, this walk was taken very early in the morning, at a time your humble blogger still refuses to believe exists outside fairy tales.
The pic will be on display at the Scottish Arts Club from December 6th, after which it will be varnished and shipped to Chinaland, if she decides she looks ‘lovely enough’ for her to buy it. As capturing loveliness is not my strong suit (if I even have one), I just hope she’s not too hard to please.