acrylic and oil on collaged canvas, 61 x 61 cm
The wonderful Elizabeth Peyton book of portraits, and the tape-measure snake – always there, and various other clutter, in front of the desk and the lamp and the old abstract diptych, and myself in a rather Egyptian pose lying on the sofa on a hot afternoon. Originally painted just after the swan book one, but given a going over more recently with palette knife. The title does refer to D H Lawrence’s poem, The Snake, and also, sneakily, to Andrew Cranston’s snake paintings …..
I wish I could paint as nonchalantly as Peyton does.





