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I saw a pair of Yellow wagtail this evening. Flitting around the rye field, calling sharply over my head, then settling back in the crop. Wonderful. 
And then the death of Alfred Brendel came over the radio. "A teacher can be too influential," he once said. "Being self-taught, I learned to distrust anything I hadn't figured out myself."
I'm taking a break from painting whilst the day job is so intensive and I adjust to the influence of AI. But, painting is still lurking there - as Brendel put it: “If life meant anything, it was to be found in art”.
Back soon.
Meanwhile some previous Paintings →
