I thought I would entertain myself somewhat by putting the three portraits of me and my siblings in their own post, which – whilst a marvellous exercise – is only serving to remind me of the fact that I still prefer the picture of Leanne the best.
Such overt favouritism isn’t the problem though, as it extends only so far as the pictures and not the subjects themselves. What is the problem however, is that whilst Alex sat for me not long ago and my mirror and I gazed at one another only a week or so before that, Leanne was painted in 2007.
I remember that as I shook his hand, pleased with the outcome, I hoped he wouldn't notice the sweat betraying my confidence. Still, now the deal was done, even that wouldn't matter.
It's not as though it took much negociating, it was already at an unbelievable price. Some minor points were haggled, though even those mostly in my favour. The result? I am waiting to sign a three year lease on a studio in Lincoln. At last, a place for my painting to call home!
