Several years ago I was talking to a friend who also paints and she said she had a wonderful idea
for a painting. Unfortunately I picked up her mental image of laughing clowns - too
late! We agreed that I would leave her idea alone, so it had a couple of
years to ferment before I could go ahead with it.
The painting I'm happiest with is One Clown, Laughing, with the gaping scream stretched and split over a black void, surrounded by kitsch teddy bears. That empty black laughing scream - it's just too perfect. Such metaphor!