The first one is like something out of CSI Miami, or the artwork you might see in a high-street gallery, whereas I actually like the second one.
In his favourite blue boiler suit jacket, an old electrician's blue boiler suit converted into jacket and trousers, for daily work wear. The blue boiler suit jacket was worn with grey jeans today. He'd just got back from an uncharacteristically adventurous walk across the fields, having been turfed off the old colliery site for trespassing. He was feeling quite chipper. (Quietly smiley). He'd popped up to see about a take away. I read recipe ideas from my new purchase while he sat and mused with Godzilla in one hand. Subtitles? No, sorry. I won't do subtitles. But he likes macaroni and cheese.
I felt sick and thought about drawing the ceiling it was all I could see. Then I felt better and drew my little table. It's like writing a diary. It doesn't matter what you say, it's that you are saying it. The act of drawing makes me feel better. I think when I am drawing I sort my head out. It needs to be relatively functional to draw at all (not stressed) but the drawing activity in my brain lets the other part check itself without too much tightness, control.
What with all the excitement I'd almost forgotten to draw. Athletes have to train every day, so do I.
In his studio 1945. "I have always done without theory or method"
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