Reflections on the Lee Navigation
I lay the bright blue cloth on the paved ground. Its brightness in the grey space is satisfactorily reminiscent of a swimming pool, Hockney's Californian swimming pool. I meet boys on scooters, other artists, dancers, boaters, cyclists and a yoga teacher. I observe the light on the water and on the bridge. I look at the algae, a dead fish and passersby. I make drawings and paintings that aren't very good but become more interesting to me after I begin dipping them in the Lee
