I don't really like taking pictures of work in progress.
The work seems so bare, unfinished, unresolved.
Nevertheless, most of the time, this is how I begin,
without a real plan or line to follow.
I mix a soupy mess of paint and lay down some washes.
I walk away, let things settle, and think about what to do next.
I hold my breath a lot, because it can go well
or land in the garbage bin at any point.
All I know is I have pheasants on my brain, ring necks.
I'm working on a pair of them. They are quite large.
Will you ever see them? I'm hopeful.
They are much further along now.
Maybe by the weekend.
I can't promise anything yet.