Told myself that I couldn’t go home this evening until I’d painted a decent enough straight line. Just short of an hour later, following many failed attempts, and I’m beginning to doubt what I’m doing – how much time can a man really spend painting this many lines? What if I never attain a good enough standard and signwriting becomes just another fad, something else I had a stab at (shouldn’t this stuff be in my genes?!), and I look back at these years in horror at all the wasted hours spent PAINTING LINES FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!!!
Having said that I painted some sweet curves this week. Beautiful they were!