Looking through a closet, I found a block of watercolour paper with a few sheets on it. Painted this, while watching a documentary on the late Gerry Anderson — whose shows and spaceships were all over my childhood.
The paper was very strange and spongey — hard to get detail onto it. Also, one’s paintings, after not doing it for a while, are never perfect. But it takes doing a couple to get back up to speed, unless you’re relying on some sort of magic inspiration.