Antony doubles up as a cyclist fanatic and a mosaic sculptor.
I've made mention previously, I am not too fussed with the likeness, as I am trying to paint the essence of the sitter, the feel of who is in front of me.
The cyclist only sits for 2 short sessions, so I'm working quickly.
He folds his arms, he unfolds his arms, so I make my decision to force a bold pose upon him, strong, with those arms tightly crossed.
I can't stop looking at his sporty arm band, and end up making quite a big deal of it after all.
& whilst I'm painting and splashing the colours around to recreate his vivid, scruffy cycling top, I am told by him that he had a cycling accident in France, & when they stitched his right eyebrow back on, it was up in his hairline.
He had to have it corrected when back home in England.
How odd I thought!
So I've given him a cicatriz - a mild scar over his right eyebrow to mark the moment I put my brushes down as I paused to listen to his short story.
I was going to make the background red, once the dark pressing surroundings I'd made on the canvas had dried, but I decide to leave things be. & I would like to have made more work of the painting, but no matter. The moment is complete.
& 'the Cyclist' is now signed & framed, and I shall move on to another canvas & subject.