The gentle rain sounds sweet on my studio rooftop as I paint this, the ping ping ping of the drops hitting an overturned tin pot makes a rhythmic melodic sound. The smell of the salt marsh is strangely appealing. I think the equinox's approach has upturned things a bit- hoping to settle down soon.
No idea what I was to paint today, and in my recent cleanout I found a journal I made from 1982. Here is the sketch that inspired me...
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