Through this drenched and complex summer I have gazed in frustration at a garden weighed down with its own entanglements. As I hopped, skipped and jumped through incessant showers to the studio I was the beneficiary of some damp osmosis which gave me colour and form for my Deluge series, and a happy series it turned out to be. The only sting in the tail being exhaustion for weeks afterwards.
In that time, and without a clear idea of the next painting, I was fortunate to be the recipient of PDFs of James Joyce’s notebooks which are readymades of the highest order! Another inspiration if nothing else. Images abound, the sun is shining again. Onward!