





Lover Potion Number Nine
Love Potion Number 9
egg tempera on panel, 30 x 24 cm, (unframed) March 2024
There was sun! They spread a picnic blanket on a grassy hill. Spring was in the air. He might have been Richard Burton. She could have been Cleopatra. They stirred eggs for their omelette, gathered flowers for the table and the romance was on.
There is a man with a car that used to be a van who comes to the car boot sale. I always bought something from him, for a long time. His prices were good, and he had exactly the kind of ephemera and old magazines which were perfect for my collage box when I made mail art. I got lots of movie star stuff, magazines, and cigar cards. I haven’t looked in that box in years, but a few weeks ago I found Richard Burton on the floor. He must have fallen out of something.
Our cowslips are out, and daffodils abound. At this time of year, I can’t help but paint yellow. and each hue and saturation has a different association. Lilac and lemon, the perfect tincture.
Love Potion Number 9
egg tempera on panel, 30 x 24 cm, (unframed) March 2024
There was sun! They spread a picnic blanket on a grassy hill. Spring was in the air. He might have been Richard Burton. She could have been Cleopatra. They stirred eggs for their omelette, gathered flowers for the table and the romance was on.
There is a man with a car that used to be a van who comes to the car boot sale. I always bought something from him, for a long time. His prices were good, and he had exactly the kind of ephemera and old magazines which were perfect for my collage box when I made mail art. I got lots of movie star stuff, magazines, and cigar cards. I haven’t looked in that box in years, but a few weeks ago I found Richard Burton on the floor. He must have fallen out of something.
Our cowslips are out, and daffodils abound. At this time of year, I can’t help but paint yellow. and each hue and saturation has a different association. Lilac and lemon, the perfect tincture.
Love Potion Number 9
egg tempera on panel, 30 x 24 cm, (unframed) March 2024
There was sun! They spread a picnic blanket on a grassy hill. Spring was in the air. He might have been Richard Burton. She could have been Cleopatra. They stirred eggs for their omelette, gathered flowers for the table and the romance was on.
There is a man with a car that used to be a van who comes to the car boot sale. I always bought something from him, for a long time. His prices were good, and he had exactly the kind of ephemera and old magazines which were perfect for my collage box when I made mail art. I got lots of movie star stuff, magazines, and cigar cards. I haven’t looked in that box in years, but a few weeks ago I found Richard Burton on the floor. He must have fallen out of something.
Our cowslips are out, and daffodils abound. At this time of year, I can’t help but paint yellow. and each hue and saturation has a different association. Lilac and lemon, the perfect tincture.