This painting began a few months ago and I was happy enough with the initial strokes and composition to leave it, wondering if it was one of those rare paintings that practically had painted itself and so was done. I got on with other work and hadn’t really looked at in months. Then earlier this week something made me take it down off the wall (tucked away in a corner it was) and paint again, this time with more abandon than before… the freeness is EXACTLY what I want to achieve; to paint without being precious, and to allow the paint to lead the way. It is quite wet at the moment so I’ve left it for a few days, but I think its not needing much more before its done. I’m beginning to see more clearly, to paint with more lightness and enjoyment. Its feels good. Hope I can finish it without getting finicky….