Dear reader, guess what? I am going on a cruise. My friends and children can't stop laughing. It's ludicrous, I hate leaving London. However, a cruise it is, and the good thing about it is I will dislike it so much I shall have to draw to console myself, which is the whole point of the exercise. I have won a Royal College of Art Award, based on my proposal and my drawings, and now, I must travel on a big ship, to draw the inhabitants. I will possibly get thrown overboard when people realise I am there not to look around, but to look at them, and when overboard I shall possibly meet some swimming immigrants, floating in the sea hoping they might, one day, if they are lucky, get to London, and they and I will commiserate with each other, whilst snacking on fish or seaweed, our toes getting wrinkled from too much immersion in sea water.
Two commissions now, one in Norfolk, one in Coventry and at night I shall work on the current events' drawings but here is one just finished.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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