The lenghtening of the autumn days...

So I decide to make a picture and tell the world on Facebook. Well, not decide exactly, kind of have to.

I set out with my paper and pens with really no idea where this is going and then, after thirty or forty minutes, sometimes far less, of splashing and scratching, pouring and scribbling, I have something - although often at the end of it I have no idea what.

These days though, it doesn’t matter.

Gone are the days of pouring over paper and landscape, slavishly trying to copy the light and shade. I don’t and can’t do that anymore. I’m seeing things differently. I’m making my own light and shade. Or it is making me.

Anyway, it just happens. Thank God.

It’s all there you know, it’s all there if you look - the clowns and the conundrums, the leaves and the leavings, the tears and the blood to make any number of me.

What would Charlie have said? ’Look after your hands boy; they have a talent inside them.’

Maybe. Or maybe it wasn’t the hands, maybe it was the life – mewling, pushing me over and over so many times that eventually I just had to let it out.

Anyway, it just happens. Thank God.

So here it is; the lengthening of the autumn days. Here it all is at almost winter. Well formed upon the page with leaves and sun and moon and shadow and all bright red - and my pricked thumbed autumnal blood.

You work it out. I can’t. It just happens. But it’s all there if you care to look.

Yes. It just happens.