I did some writing overnight after terror and delayed shock prevented me from sleeping. Then I did this, or at least finished it off, invoking thoughts of harmony and peace to calm my trembling heart.
That's until the point where my spawn informed me that not only is she not looking after her own chick, but this gull was in fact about to eat someone else's.
I painted this and those ideas never occurred to me.
Oh, and apparently the clouds are rubbish and the cliff's all wrong and didn't I have anything better to do - like washing her grungy car?
I sometimes wonder if she's mine at all. Or in fact even human.