I have been making mock-ups and colour preliminaries for some of the new works. These have existed only in my head and in the form of very rough pencil sketches for such a long time, then suddenly - ping! - there they are.
On the way back through France a couple of weeks ago I wrote about the stunning yellow night-time walk I took. The following morning I returned to take a photograph, only to find that the super-efficient French were already there, clearing the grass with leafblowers and gathering up the wall-to-wall carpet of golden leaves with a giant vacuum cleaner. Such a shame, but you may be able to get an inkling of how beautiful it had looked at night, lit by the streetlights.