Perhaps I should have set out to do a daily sunset from the living room blog.
It seems that the clouds haven't moved since last night, but the colours have got a little less subtle. Which is exactly where I got to with the last of the paintings before deciding that it isn't going anywhere for the rest of this year.
As always under pressure, nothing I tried seemed to bring it together, and I promised myself yesterday would be the last, as I did again today, but today I listened to myself. Now it sits unsigned, like Ralph did, waiting for some mad moment in the future when the flash of a sunset or just new inspiration will give it the life that lies just under the surface.
So tomorrow all the paints get put away and perhaps we'll think about the move, or France, or maybe we'll just go to the movies.