Sunday Again

I think it must be something about Sunday evenings.
Do you ever feel like pressing the reset button. I mean on all aspects of life...spiritual, relationships, work, exercise, interests, everything. Like I want to be a fresh person. The same, but fresher. I want to do everything better.
When we move to a new place (I'm thinking of Philadelphia) we can re-invent ourselves. We are no longer seen within the context of our family and background, so nobody will say "Hey, that's not you!" if we behave or dress a little differently.
Now I'm NOT saying that there's anything wrong with my family or my country. Not at all. I am outstandingly fortunate on both accounts. It's just that sometimes I want to start again and try a completely different approach in some aspects, without anyone noticing.

To prove the point, that I just make it up as I go along, here's a portrait of my dad, in progress.

Toddler Steps

Um...this is like the beginning...um..I've been thinking about my friends and how I'm not so good at keeping in touch but I love to see your photos on all these fancy sites so I'm trying one.

I think I'm supposed to tell you what I'm up to too.

I have an exhibition starting on Wednesday.

I am getting old because I go for a run sometimes and I really believe it makes me feel good. Try it. I don't have any matching gear though.

I enjoy talking to Ian who I share a studio with. In conversation and I suppose in blogging, posting, showing photos, we often make out our lives to be perfectly polished.

It's good to admit that a lot of the time we don't really know what we're doing.

When I'm painting a portrait, it's a process of discovery. I often pretend that I know what I'm doing, but I love to paint people I can be blundering with, dropping brushes, sighing, scratching my head. I feel at ease that way.

Do you know what you're doing?