It happens to me sometimes, and I see more of the inside of the night’s pocket than I should.
So, early this morning, actually in the dead of night, wandering around the house, I remembered I’d had this idea for a painting, and scribbled it down. It’s about that time when I was a teenager, so alive I felt I was plugged into the mains. It’s about friends and girls. I painted a quick study of it today – I like it so much it’s going to be a large painting.
Perhaps sleep is overrated!