I decided to add a house in the distance and am playing with some glowing colour.

Here is a bit more of it with the puppy licking her awake.

I decided to work on the sketch more, adding the building and then to mess about with some oil pastel and chalk straight away rather than doing a second watercolour.

Original:

And adding in the building, some more trees etc.

As I travel more into this world if my making a story line seems to be unfolding.

I love having a narrative in my head when I begin doing a series of paintings.

I suppose it is really from my own joy of writing little stories. I used to make up stories for my niece when she was young. I'd ask her to give me a character and a setting and then I'd go off on it for about an hour or so. She loved it.

When I was a child I often spent hours alone just imagining stories and drawing them out on the backs of these large sheets of paper.

My father would give me his giant desk calendars when they were finished, I mean they were huge, large enough that at five I could sit on the bottom half whilst drawing on the top.

I'd fill these with story lines. They had no rhyme or reason to the progression on the page. There was no hint at 'comic' style with boxes and narrative marched left to right in straight lines, that would have made sense of course.

Instead, I'd start something in the center of the page and then go off and do something else. I'd come back later and add something in the bottom corner and after a few days it would be a great mix of randomness but all in the same world or story line. I suppose, in some way I work that way now, only lots and lots of separate drawings with no rhyme or reason but under the umbrella of a story line, thus my love of doing series works.

This is in part because for as long as I can remember I have always viewed time as a sort of jumble. That is to say, not necessarily always seeing it as a progression from cradle to grave; a beginning middle and end.

It always seemed (and still does) that time has a sense of being malleable. That is to say, it is more a constant story line and the past and future are just as alive and accessible as the present, especially in the world of art and drawings. I suppose that just sounds the mad ramblings of an introverted artist and, well, I suppose that is a fairly accurate assessment as well.

I hope all have a lovely day and try to consider time as a great page filled up and you can look at any bit of it, the past bit isn't just folded away and put in a drawer.

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Working on my Singularity Painting "Awakening"

I decided to add a house in the distance and am playing with some glowing colour.

I love having a narrative in my head when I begin doing a series of paintings.

When I was a child I often spent hours alone just imagining stories and drawing them out on the backs of these large sheets of paper.

This is in part because for as long as I can remember I have always viewed time as a sort of jumble. That is to say, not necessarily always seeing it as a progression from cradle to grave; a beginning middle and end.