'Well how's Big Foot doing?' I enquired of Johnny.
He inhales slowly, brow and nose furrow into deep creases. Tension is relieved with a ponderous exhalation. 'Phhh...' as he considers. 'Well -'
I wait. He goes through the breathing and furrowing cycle again. I'm wondering what deeply philosophical insight is about to be revealed. 'I don't know,' he finally replied, 'I think it might be finished - go up and have a look.'
Works in progress |
Works in progress |
Last night, Johnny informed me that Big Foot is now turned to the wall. 'I think it's finished, but can't look at it any more. I'll leave it alone for a while and then have another look. It's best when the painting is finally behind glass, then I can't do any thing else to it.'
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