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I can hardly credit when looking back at some of the paintings of the past, what an un-reconstructed neo-romantic I once was. This image makes me want to get out the red-oxide paint and eliminate all the excessive brush-work. It feels as though it’s the work of an artist I barely know. However, because there are always things to be learned by observing the route travelled between any two points, I show it here as an example of what I once was. We still have that Staffordshire dog, and now he sits in the Blue Bedroom window here at Ty Isaf, gazing timelessly at a landscape that even in excessively bad weather… of which there has been plenty recently… is a lot less alarming than the one his painted likeness has to put up with.
