I was berated by a drunk woman for painting in black in white. She took it as a personal insult against the charms of spring. My opinion on the charms of good society was not sought.
I like it. It makes me think of Frank Auerbach. Every morning he gets up at six in the morning, before the models show up, and draws picture around and about Mornington Crescent. You might think it was another neighbourhood if you didn't know.
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