This is the last photograph of my current piece. I had no option, but to leave it to dry. The new layers of paint and ink need time to settle down and cure.
I am feeling a sense of loss and sadness. The most annoying paradox is that now, in social isolation, I have an ocean of time to paint and produce exciting work. However, it is very difficult to transport my work between my studio and home.
There is a great similarity between the Thai Masseur and I, a sense of parity of our situation. Perhaps, the title of this piece describes it best:
Not Working, Only Waiting…
When will I see you again?
HYPNOTIC REPETITION 