Lost at sea ( or in the studio)
The first blog, the first scratching of quill on parchment. I am a seascape painter in Dorset and there is every chance this virgin piece of writing will only be read by me. However, Emily Dickinson wrote for years without being read, so there is precedent. Painting g the sea is, or was, a consuming passion. Wet, stormy, different mediums, various degrees of success, all followed like empty lifeboats. Each promised a viable beginning, if only to run aground. So, a blog is an island. Let’s see what happens.