Spent the morning in the kitchen watching light move across the wall. Couldn't stop thinking so I started something new.

I mixed the ochre too warm at first but it ended up being exactly right by the end of the afternoon. The radio was on. I didn't eat until 4pm.

There's something about the way light comes through the kitchen window on cold mornings — it flattens everything, makes the ordinary look like it's been arranged. I've been trying to catch that feeling for months. I don't know if this is it but it's the closest I've gotten.

Started with a burnt sienna underpainting, wiped most of it back. The wall in the painting is the wall in my kitchen but it isn't really about the wall.