Whilst feeling that I had painted myself out of the previous painting I had this one on the go at the same time and felt that it could be the beginnings of something. I have had it in progress for a while, one of those things that one comes back to without quite being able to pin down its direction : I spent a long afternoon sitting and going back through piles of photographs and reading Auden.
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters,how well, they understood
Its human position;how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.