Still Life

For a long time my paintings have been part of how I live. I keep trying out having a studio. But I find I can only work near the whistle of the kettle, close to my bookshelves, near my family. When my children were small I painted lots of still lives and interiors. Now that they are grown I look outwards, but stay close to home. Maybe I'll cut some roses from the wildly overgrown bush in the back, put them near a recent tree painting and try and get a hold of that shimmering cool fleshy pink against the sharp purple viridian of the tree trunk. Or maybe a dark, warm whisky will beckon beyond the cut glass tumbler.

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