As I was thinking about hands, I decided to take a picture of hers. They used to fascinate me a child. So like mine and yet so different. The twist where they were broken and she reset them herself. I wonder how many hours I’ve spent holding those hands?
I love Lorna’s hands. They are capable potter’s hands and wanted to show this in the pose (and we drink a lot of coffee together). I wish I could paint these in oils, with lots of warm browns and oranges in deep, thick swirls.
We’ve been spending time in Spain the last few years. I’ve been intrigued by the star shaped skylights in Moorish buildings. The beams/shatfs of light that come down from ‘the outside’ world have a very special quality.These were taken in the ruined baths in Ronda – but it’s a shape you see all over.