On a recent visit to Frome i arranged to meet with Paris for a catch up and to take a look at a wall that needed painting. I had a boot full of paint, a change of clothes and was ready to go... but no sooner had we met then the bitterly cold winds picked up and it started to snow. Paris suggested a pub lunch, but i wasnt going to be deterred by a bit of cold and insisted we painted.
We were both glad we did - the sun eventually broke through and painting came together effortlessly. We didnt discuss any part of the painting and simply responded to what each other was doing, bouncing colours around and chopping lines and shapes over blends and fades.