It's about to pop like a puss filled spot, hiding in plain sight all along but no-one wanted to see it. If nothing else it fuelled months of work.
In the mean time I am packing the sketchbooks, better pack a few, they are my only company, goodness me I am going to be so lonely in my tin can on the ocean. However, I now have a window in my cabin. I think it's called an upgrade, which is very kind of Cunard.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
My blog, a thought or two