33°C, Anish Kapoor and Poor Life Choices

Yesterday was one of those days when London really wasn't designed for walking. It hit 33°C, and instead of finding a fan, I walked across the city to see the Anish Kapoor exhibition at the Hayward Galley, in Southbank.

Worth it.

Three things have been rattling around in my head ever since.

The discipline of the palette. The confidence to do less, not more.

The way geometry can hold an enormous amount of tension without shouting about it.

And those impossible surfaces. Flat, yet somehow carrying real weight. I kept catching myself wondering whether I was looking at an object or a painting.

I didn't come home wanting to paint like Kapoor. I came home wanting to get back into the studio.

Which is exactly where I'm heading now.