Felt awash in blue. Paper thin.
In California, on telling people I was from London, they often responded: foggy London! Sigh... preconceptions. But s'pose I didn't know Californian glamour was a thin coastal veneer. I liked the interior better - truthful. Or maybe not... metaphor for you.
But it was a foggy day in London - it's fairly rare. And it's rare for there deliberately to be people in my photographs. And even rarer in my paintings. I have anxiety at pointing a camera at someone. The may speak.
