A painter friend of mine once said that removing masking tape from his paintings makes him cry. The cherished moments when he slowly peels back the long sticky lengths of masking tape and sees the perfectly hard-edged shapes revealed, butting up against one another and brightly vibrating as their colour values clash, actually bring tears to his eyes. I’m starting to see the appeal. Now that I have a fancy DSLR camera I find that I’m documenting my process more and more as I paint. When it comes to those moments of excitement and wonder, or more importantly indecision, I find myself snapping away like a bum-bag wearing tourist that’s just seen the Trevi fountain. Now avert your eyes while I take this tape off.