So. We’d found two galleries; distributed our excess baggage into two new suitcases and flew back to Paris. There we spent a long morning in the C.D.G. Airport, slept on the train back to Montpellier, got home, unpacked, slept and woke up the next day feeling like…
DEATH.
After the jet lag and residual “amazing” food lag gradually died away I began to think of the huge amount of work we had to do… choosing the work to send back to the gallery in the U.S.
Watercolour by David McEwen
When I go out with other painters to the various villages and places of outstanding natural beauty we have here. I not only teach but I paint as well. So after twelve years, I do have alot of small to medium sized watercolours in various portfolios to choose from. Some I like, some, as one Victorian writer put it, ” Look upon them, I dare not.” Because they’re not very good. (Not every painting one does is worthy of wall space.) So I looked through a huge amount of sketches, and fully worked paintings and made piles of work labled:
- Probable
- Possible
and
- I don’t believe I could paint that badly
