acrylic on plastic sheet
painted on a big plastic sheet flytipped in Robroyston – its good to recycle.
i fair set about the big surface with gusto, swishing the paint with my hands and dabbing with fingers , but gradually i ran out of steam and was left with just a vague background. what to put in it bugged me for ages.
i paced the floor before breaking into an angry outburst, throwing on some destructive blue blobs. i sat down and stared at the thing despairingly, but as i watched the blue run down the sheet i can see its not tears, no, its like tree trunks, excitement grows from the stomach and its ‘ding ding’ round two as i spring back to my feet.
i just thought i’d share this story because it sounds like theres a moral to it. enjoy my trees please.