Coming Home To Roost
There seemed no other painting I could choose to add to today’s story of Fingers. The title says it all. He had decided to travel a road that in the end was always going to end with him meeting somebody just like me in a prison cell. If make wrong choices then we have to face the consequences of the choices we have made.
Choices are like pebbles cast into a pond, they send out ripples that go on and on.
This painting was a very large painting. I hung it in one of the inns. I hung there for some time and nobody said anything to me. I decided to replace it with another painting. It was then I was told the story of the customer who every night before heading home used to say like the birds in Ralphs painting I am going home to roost. I was told he was disappointed I had taken it away.
It lay around for a bit until I had almost forgotten it. Came the day I decided I would paint over it and got it set up on my easel. Before beginning I came upstairs to collect something and decided to check my emails. There before me on the screen were two emails each making enquiries from my website about a possible purchase. I contacted each in turn in the order they had mailed me.
The painting was sold the next day and two days later made its way down to England.
It was painted in acrylic on a very large canvas.
I notice this morning I now have 50 followers on this blog. Nowhere near the 100 of Kim or the numbers on other blogs I read but I am humbled so many of you take the time and I thank you once again.
This blog is linked to my other blog where the artwork is used:- It All Comes To Roost