It’s been art week at school. I’ve been seeing a lot of paint. And, not for the first time, I’ve thought how much more pleasing wet paint is than dry paint. Thick and glossy and bright, it’s always slightly disappointing when it dries, duller and grainier than it looked in the tin or the pallet. Wet paint speaks of possibility, all the things it could become still waiting in liquid colour. The idea of liquid colour is inherently satisfying: its primary purpose is its colour and there’s something indulgent about that. It looks inviting; I almost want to touch it. But I don’t... because the feel of wet paint drying on my fingers is certainly not a monkey.
Monkey by Kieran Hazell (www.ownbeat.co.uk)