I've been flat out busy lately. Which is lovely, I'm not complaining. But I needed a break from the screen and from deadlines. So last week, inspired by the Big Painting Challenge, I decided to get my paints out and have a play.
I've had an increase in orders for my London Marathon print over the last few weeks. It's lovely when that happens. Not only does it make me feel good that people like my artwork but I know that people are gearing up for the run.
I grew up on a diet of air shows. Airshows and semolina. Airshows, semolina and Top of the Pops to be precise. Both my dad and my grandad worked at the RAF Museum in Hendon when I was younger, so I spent a fair bit of my childhood wandering around the planes and the display cabinets filled with uniforms and medals.
I watched the launch of Spacex' Falcon Heavy the other night. The gap between what I think is possible and what others believe they can do is vast. I generally think I've had a good week if I remember to talc the swimming hats before the next lesson.