My audio book yesterday was about Picasso. So I'm trying to paint with swagger. It feels a little disrespectful to paint the tomatoes but not the leaves. There is something uncomfortably egotistical and brutal about abstracting so much from nature as my work is usually about the gentleness of the world. But it turned out to be quite a jolly little painting. (It measures 9x12 inches)
It was painted on the roof deck of my studio in the warm sun with the sea sparkling in the distance - almost like the South of France. Next I'll be wearing a striped fisherman's shirt and being cruel to all my mistresses.
It was a very good tomato day. My friend Sandra brought over these tomatoes. The salmon bowl was made by another friend - Tina. How delicious to have friends who make and grow beautiful things.