the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
Not the details, perhaps, but cooking satisfies my creative instincts, and there's something in me that really revels in clearing up mess."
"I live in a permanent mess," said Cedric. "I like it," he added defiantly.
"You look as though you did."
"My cottage in Iviza is run on simple straightforward lines. Three plates, two cups and saucers, a bed, a table and a couple of chairs. There's dust everywhere and smears of paint and chips of stone - I sculpt as well as paint – and nobody's allowed to touch a thing. I won't have a woman near the place."
"Not in any capacity?"
oil painting
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"I was assuming that a man of such artistic tastes presumably had some kind of love life."
"My love life, as you call it, is my own business," said Cedric with dignity. "What I won't have is woman in her tidying-up interfering bossing capacity!"