Summer is well over and autumn has been capricious this year - wet and dark. Gnawing cold sucks all the heat from my fingers, leaving them swollen and numb, while the night races in from 5.30pm eating the light. Hopefully the addition of new lighting will remedy this, but there's still the leaking gas heater that could asphyxiate me while in my creative trance. It isn't even winter yet with the true cold and darkness weighing down the day, leaving cold and flu in its wake. I just want to paint, but this seems more and more a risky pastime at the moment.