I was looking forward to catching up with a couple of mates, grabbing a beer and heading off to watch rugby on Sunday. Wrong! Waterlogged pitch. I took advantage of the free afternoon remembering summer weeks on the Dorset coast. I'd had the idea for this piece for some time but it always seemed to look better in my head than I thought it might on paper. Still, I persevered and started sketching it out. I liked the initial rough but by the time I started colouring it up I thought I'd wasted the last hour. Oh well, with nothing to lose, I carried on.
I think I meet this 'wall' quite a lot when I'm painting. I see it in my head but get to a point where I don't feel confident enough to finish it. I've come to the conclusion this is always an evolving process. The reality being that the image in my head is the starting point and the concept evolves and hardly ever to the exact initial idea.
However, on this occasion the final design is pretty much exactly as I imagined it. Maybe it's time to go back to some of those half finished sketches.