Somewhere back in recent history – at least a fortnight anyway – there was an exercise about temporary patterns. I was stumped and resorted to documenting my breakfast but if I’d only spilled some of it on my oven …

… and got the Hob Brite out. At least one of these is not as abstract or formless as the exercise demanded but I can at least claim that they’re expressive reactions to prevailing national events. What’s interesting to me about this is the freedom of shoving fluid across that shiny black surface, something not easily (or at all) replicated with a paper-base. Glass would be nearest, probably, and might be a thought for the future.

The oven is clean and ready to accommodate breakfast again.