Bab Agnaou, one of the many ancient gates of Marrakech. (I think 15 of 18 remain.)
The sketch is unusually small for me at 3.5" square. The only place I've been painting lately is in bed, while I am in perfectly good health, I just don't seem to want to go into the studio. A space heater is in order. Last night when I opend my supply kit in my nest I found I only had a tiny brush and was unwilling to go hunting for a larger one, so a tiny sketch.
I love this cup with its black and white stripes. It belonged to my grandmother Dymock, who procured it in Italy on a European tour with my Great Aunt Ellen 40 or 50 years ago. Its managed to stick around my kitchen despite the handle having broken off a few times. Coffee, 6"x6", oil on panel and blueberries, approx 2"x3", oil on panel.
At first I wasn't going to let myself paint the pomegranate again. I thought, no, you've already painted enough of those, thats lazy you must try harder. But then I realized-rubbish! Every time I look its different. There is no shame in sitting down and trying to see a thing no matter how many time's you've looked at it before. Does the fact that I have already had few conversations with my sister mean there's no point in speaking with her again? Lets hope not. (I think I've probably written that here before, but this is a post about what's worth repeating.) And furthermore I get to paint anything that I feel like painting! oops, here I am arguing with myself again.