This week has been pretty stressful for the Art Foundation students that I help to teach at college... impending University interviews, deadlines, essays and the like.
I could hear myself telling them to enjoy their own artistic practice, and to keep a sense of joy in what they do.
And when I was back in my own tiny studio I realised why teaching is so important to me, because it reminds me to practice what I preach.
And so I played and flung the paint around.
I always seem to love the paper that is used as the 'table cloth' best, and things started to emerge...
Just little things, but small beginnings none the less.
I've no idea where this is going, but isn't that half the fun?