While waiting in a Spanish Railway station I made a drawing,
not what was in my range of vision
for the space was too big.
I tried to encapsulate my experience of the space,
my drawing then was untrammelled by facts.
This morning I tried to lay the idea out in an oil wash
on a primed ply ground.
Here it is.
It is a beginning.
It is all I had time for,
but beginnings are good - another day will welcome it.