This week my life has been taken over by a ton + of chicken manure. My veg plot needs a constant supply of this stuff so i have been loading/unloading a trailer all week. How many forkfuls in a ton? A lot I can tell you. I am pooped literally.
So no energy for the planned large canvases! Instead i am ongoing with more Rupert. This time I had a school poetry book (1958) and have combined suitable images from a 1970's Rupert annual to compliment the poems. These are 6x4, postcard size mounts.