There is a quality in drawing that is a kind of lightness of touch, a gentleness and a potential. It is just so easy to destroy that delicate state by over doing things. I added some paint to this piece and for once I am happy with the result.
I found myself feeling stuck. I considered throwing it all out of the window, but I waited instead. Then something began to happen. Shape and line have always been important, but now I need colour to play a part. So this is a beginning.