I walk by the back of a pizza parlour everyday on the way to work, so I thought I’d paint it today. I can’t say that the view is particularly beautiful, but there is something to the mess of air conditioner units, bins and what-nots that appeals to me. I realise also that this is yet another sketch of a door. I’m sure that’s symbolic of something, but I won’t know what for a couple of years probably.
I’ve completed restructuring the second Hana Walker novel and started rewriting the first of 38 scenes of the second draft today. It’s quite a deep dish. Ahem.