A painter in civilian life

Today was a different sort of day, the kind that comes into being almost organically. No, scratch that- a better way of saying it is that things seem to fall all sorts of together despite one's not knowing how or what one is doing in the first place.  I never pretended to be doing anything except avoiding the nightmare that is the finishing of the second book, and so I hit upon the always fun idea of cleaning up cleaning out.  Going through some of my files, I looked through the collected ephemera first with amusement and then with undisguised dislike.  So, into the rubbish bin they went, one after another (not everything, mind you, as I kept a good deal of it for future "reference")

With that task well done, I still did not (and still have not) gotten around to writing the blasted thing, so instead after what is probably a few years (give or take), I made a series of small paintings.  A bit amateurish as usual, but still atmospheric (a good description, I  might add) and an afternoon of fun.  All to the accompaniment of the Brideshead Revisited soundtrack from 1981.  Of course, running through my mind was Charles Ryder being a painter.  And of course, what I made had nothing to do with it at all.

two of the nine thus represented here