I upended an old box I used to have attached to my easel and stood an apple for this study. The box is very stained from several years of spilled turps and marks from loaded brushes and turps jars. I needed a simple composition this morning as I overdid last night's gym session. I've missed a whole week of training and was attending only sporadically [or sposmadically] for a couple of weeks previous to that. I now feel as if I have a cider hangover. Painting an apple as a kind of hair of the dog doesn't seem to have worked that well... so, I'm off to the pub this evening for some real cider amongst some other mouldy artists at an Illustrators Guild of Ireland open meeting -mmm, tasty.