Saturday, April 01, 2006
Strange things are happening here in Edmonton, North London. Since I've been loosening up a bit in my watercolour painting styles, my old friend Picasso appears to be knocking on my psychic door. This painting started life as a charcoal try-out but within a half-hour, it quickly became a cubist study. It wasn't what I was aiming for at all. It just suddenly painted itself. Spooky.
Spookier still. I've started wearing striped matelot shirts which Picasso used to wear, and every now and then, I swear, in Spanish. Gracias. I think I better go and lie down.