Day 0358

I have slipped, finally, into what feels like a positive regime. Such blissful repose, how long can it be sustained?! Like a Dutch still life painting, everything is poised between perfection and the decline to rottenness.

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;William Shakespeare - As You Like It

But for now my anxieties and fears are overpowered by routine. An hour of quiet walking in the mist, winter wheat growing, hedges trimmed and puddles muddied. Time with family, time working, more time painting and listening to Wodehouse. Want to get into the habit of treating my artwork seriously.