While in Scotland last week I stayed with my lovely friend Rachel.
A recurring subject in Rachel's paintings in recent years has been a rotund old wash-stand jug whose distinguishing feature is its striking and brilliant yellowness.
I'm not naturally a huge fan of yellow. It's ok for walls and it's ok for lemon drizzle cake and pilau rice and AA vans and fishermen's boots, but it's not a colour to which I've often been irresistibly drawn. Until I saw this painting:
And, more recently, this one:
2 days ago