Is your Saturday night buzzing like mine? I am sitting by my computer, oh what fun. But moving onto other matters, the view from the window is changing, gold flecks on the ground and trees that are disrobing before my eyes.
I am so pleased with it, it's the paper, it's matt, with no sheen and the printing is superb. My drawings are just the icing, it's like velvet.
I hadn't realised. I don't know why, perhaps the fact it wasn't something I could consider or perhaps because I didn't think I could, I'd missed it entirely and now I am playing catch up. Even now I am not sure, surely not? Surely I am suffering from wishful thinking? But no, I think I am right.
A trip to Windsor today. A friend invited me to lunch, to see his Art collection. What a find! The Art was all over the house but what I loved best was the contemporary bespoke furniture, the best woods, the finest craftsmanship. Absolutely beautiful stuff, all over the place.
Another page of my graphic novel. I concluded as a young child that if you were female or black it was best to have financial independence.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
My blog, a thought or two