When I was in art school the old guard macho painters always went on about their chops, alluding to the definitive arm gesture in the kata of painting. When a group of these predominantly old men got together for a few drinks it became a swaggering group of bragging balls out sad men. All leaning on one another seeing who had the ultimate trade mark swing, it was sad. However it is interesting that as a painter once I return from a sprint through the galleries looking at paintings I invariably find myself going over what I know and what I have just discovered. The painting below was one of those arm swinging moments, going over the chops.