Easter Friday, charcoal and oil on paper, 90 x 60 cm
Good Friday, season of crucifixion and time for reflection on our crosses.
Time to look in a mirror.
I head outside to my cold studio, take charcoal and paint in hand, just for 15 minutes, before returning to warm rooms and warm hot-cross buns
I hang the mirror next to my easel. What do i see? I can't think what i see. I can only muster enough discipline to make these few quick marks.
My arm arcs rapidly over the gesso'd craft paper as the the CD player sings:
"He was despiz-ed,
Despiz-ed and re-ject-ed,
Rejek-ed-ded of men,
A man of sorrows,
A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief".
Enough. I toss the brush into turps (even Pilate washed his hands).
I flee back inside for the comfort of a Lindt bunny to leave Dorian Grey out here, alone, to face the music.
Meanwhile, back safe inside with a cup of tea, Dr. Jekyll has reverted, to feel as wise and normal as the daily paper.