Friday, March 18, 2011
I have been in bed for the past week with a kidney infection. Loaded with antibiotics, bloated from litres of water and cranberry juice, all I've wanted to do is curl up under the covers and feel sorry for myself.Instead, I've painted. The humidity has finally subsided enough for me to re-start some long-delayed works on paper. With an off-cut of MDF board on my knees and pillows supporting my back and shoulders, I've been able to finish several pieces in acrylic and gouache. I don't bother with clothes, just a silk dressing gown. I sip soda water with strawberries and pretend I'm just being louche instead of ill. I get up only to go to the toilet or to open the door to a DHL or Fedex courier, to whom I hand packages containing finished works to deliver to collectors interstate and overseas.Despite the griping pain and nausea, I'm happy. For me, being productive makes up for a lot.