Even as christmas approaches the light is changing, the air becoming clearer and crisper as the frost draws in the nights.
before this however, at least at the moment of this, the latest paint work for the exhibition, the light was absolutely breathtaking, a rare occasion for one such as I, quick as a flash, the image was, literally burned into my brain, a little like looking at the sun for more than a millisecond and being left with a foggy blindness in the middle of your vision.
Contrary to trying to blind yourself in a vain bid to 'see the planet Sun through the glare' (has anyone else tried that or am I the only artist in the world to risk his sight in such a futile and reckless act!)
On this occasion this is that which remained, my back yard, the miserable sight that I wake to each morning, it is typical of so many of the places in Kendal that, in some strange associated way, remind me of the Berlin Wall of old except the wall that stands before me is the pathway to somewhere rather than the end of the path.
The shadows that are cast by the darkening sky are quite deep due to the steepness of the hill and Kendals amazing architects that seemed to cram as much as possible into the smallest available space though to still afford the residents a piece of valuable personal space, like a jigsaw, they all fit together nicely.
I have just written to a chap called arthur nicholls who writes the most amazing columns in the local community newspaper and by far the better person to tell you of this amazing place than I, hopefully I will be able to bring you his words and eagerly await reply.
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