Autumn in the City

The thing I remember about painting this is my feeling of excitement when I realised I could dress the man in a pale pink shirt and a diamond-patterned cardigan. And he could carry it off! I think he does - he looks quite cool, I think. He's only slightly feeble, and as all my men are a bit weak looking, he was never going to be macho. I guess he looks like a metro-sexual. What is that small book he is reading, or has been reading, before he took a sidelong look at his confident companion? I think it might be poetry.

This is A3 (it's really not my favourite size, ideally I like something less long and thin, but paper is always this size so I often just use it as it comes), and acrylic.

There are times when a painting seems to appear so easily, it's like those magic painting books where you just add water and you see the picture. This was one of those. I didn't do a thumbnail or have any idea what my subject was going to be until it painted itself.