Persistence, rage, tomato, tomato.

Out painting this morning on a crisp Christmas day. Work in progress is my second attempt at painting this footpath. It looks horrible, and if I didn't know better by now I would cast it aside like an unwanted frisbee.



Experience, however, has informed me that no matter how bad a painting gets out in the field, I can usually work wonders with it back in the warm. Of all the personal qualities you can bring to painting, persistence - or, better still, sheer bloody minded spite and a furious refusal to be beaten - is one of the most useful.

Here's another from this month, from what's turning out to be a series.