I’ve been thinking a great deal recently about why I do art – aside from the fact that I’m good at it (?) – and I’ve decided that one of the reasons is that I like to take a subject, or a creature, or a concept that I really like. And, over the period of a few days (or, in the case of Celtic knots, years) really grow to hate it.

This week I have mostly been hating kingfishers…