A half finished painting that sits in my room, ready to be completed some day soon. I am an amateur artist at best, rarely dedicating time to painting and thus rarely improving. I do however enjoy the freedom to partake in it when I feel that urge to the push paint across canvas, to see what shapes appear and what ideas formulate before me. This painting sprang forth one day in the garden whilst I was absently scraped paint and, using a brush, picked out the lines of the lips. Lips seem, to me, so human in the variety of the ways that we use them. That simple delicate touch of a kiss, which can be intimate and playful or formal and curt. That these lips also represent another pair found on the human body is, of course, pure chance but they fit within the theme of love and all of the lust, romance and passion that this involves and entails across a life well lived.
Whatever you are doing today and whatever you are up to tonight, know that you are loved in some way by some one in this beautiful and harsh world of ours.