Let's face it, I'm a bit of a blunderer. The kind that makes things drop, break naturally etc.. by its mere presence in a room.

(actually, I can imaging some people reading those lines laughing and going 'Just a bit eh?')

I often leave behind me splatter.. splatter of coffee, splatter of ink, splatter of luck, splatter of tea, splatter of laugh or misfortune...

And sometimes I collect them.. like those sun splatter. This one was taken from a car window on my way back to Paris this summer.

Dunno why.. but while working on this picture, I naturally started to hum the tune of 'If I was a painter..' ny Nora Jones, and my mind went miles away at this thought.

So if I was a painter...

I think I would leave those kind of sun splatter everywhere behind me...