Sometimes I find I’m losing my way…time to sit down, take a hard look and have a proper rethink. It’s happened that way this week and the three days in the studio have been a bit of a slog. But I think there’s now just a faint glimmer of hope that these Conversation Pieces might just be coming back out of the crazy cul-de-sac I’d painted them into. The background ‘chatter’ that I’d wanted made the conversation turn into a slanging, potty mouthed ranting so I’ve tidied up their exchanges to make them a bit more civilised. At least I think that’s the story…I now have a day at Uni to mull over the changes…perhaps they will seem more or less satisfactory the next time I get in front of them.