Just done a picture of a cottage on a lake nearby. The cottage exists no more and has been replaced by a larger one with more. More.
The picture will go into the MORE house as a nostalgic reminder of less. I believe there is a wonderful irony hidden in that. Rather like when I think back to my days in the army while I drink a fine Sancerre and miss being slim and strong. Its all about contrast and setting. Nothing exists happily in a vacuum. Except maybe the particles in the Large Hadron Super Collider. Although none of those have been granted interviews to express their feelings.
The wolf adventure picture is next. Rather like a good desert after a meal and I'm looking forward to it. There is a lot to be done and the deadline is in sight.
On top of that there is a possibility of a large animation job full of challenges and a very steep learning curve. The Mont Ventoux of my craft.
I am plagued by lower back ache and the thought of standing in front of the easel is better than sitting at a table with a computer.
Lets hope Hoarknockle may have something in his arsenal of pharmacological delicacies.