I took the liberty of hanging that painting I did last month. No longer is it squatting on the easel space, preventing me from painting something else. Nope, I evicted that thing and hung it in the living room. It is arresting on the margarine-coloured wall.
So strange to see it up there; I haven’t had my own work up in years. I used to hang most of my paintings – covering as much wall-space as I could like a patchwork of dirtied canvas – but that was long ago when I produced a lot and couldn’t afford posters from IKEA to hang instead…*
I sketched three new things in a little Moleskine tonight and placed a fresh, untouched canvas on the easel. I may paint this weekend. I may paint tomorrow. We’ll see, but at least I made the first step by getting the other one on the wall. I can see it from my desk all the way across the flat. I like seeing it up there. It is inspiring me.
*This is not strictly true. I could afford the posters-¬†it was always the truck-full of other goodies that made my trips to IKEA so expensive.