Me, myself, I.

We have heavy snow here today. For some reason, I fancy doing a watercolour self portrait instead of shovelling all the snow from the door. I nick the downstairs bathroom mirror and set to work. I have never painted myself before. It’s a strange feeling/experience just studying yourself, your features, your colouring and the bone structure.Very weird.

I spend an hour or so doing this and not actually mixing any paint or lifting a brush. This hour isn’t just spent looking at myself. I look at one of Jean Haines books – incredible watercolourist and try to feed on her inspiring work. I pick the raw colours I want and think about the size of paper.

Eventually I get down to it. I like listening to Tom Waits at the moment. I recently got into him after I saw him in The Seven Psychcopaths. Man’s a legend.