Yet another coat of pale cadmium yellow on image one. [That must make six], and it’s still not quite flat. I think I’m going to have to accept it. If I apply more paint I run the risk of losing luminosity. So that’s it, I’ve finished both paintings. The architect is very pleased and I gather, though I still haven’t met her , the client is also pleased. As for me, well my feelings are mixed – as the space has become busier i.e. the introduction of fixtures and fittings – my paintings, although still large have become less imposing than when the space was just a shell. They feel, or seem to be more a part of the fabric of the building, they look as if they should be there. I know that sounds strange, but I don’t know how else to say it. That makes me feel good. However, at the same time I no longer feel intimately connected to them, which given the amount of work it took to produce them, is also strange. They don’t seem to have anything to do with me anymore. I have had this feeling before after completing paintings and projects, but not to this degree. I’m not sure I like it. I seem to be suffering from a sense of loss. Hey ho, stuff happens…
Still no decent photos I’m afraid. The facade is still boarded up, so light is still bad. The architect’s PA has promised to inform me when it comes down, and as I’ve said before I hope there are no unpleasant surprises.
