Affairs of the heart…

It has been said that, “love is a feeling one places, whenever one feels the need of placing it, on the first object that happens along”.*   The same can be said for the subject of a painting.  Vincent Van Gogh could get passionate over a field of stubble. 

In a similar vein, the painting that lurks in the boarder of this diary page was made on first stepping on shore after days of being weather bound at anchor in the Virgin Islands.  The shoreline was fenced off in all directions, so I had no means of searching for the grand subject on which to lavish my pent up painterly passions.  This nondescript bit of bush would have to do. 

Just as sometimes you hear the snippet of introductory music to a radio programme in its entirety, here’s the painting in its entirety (well, almost).  

*J. C. Herold “Mistress to an Age”