Saturday, 24 October 2020

24 10 2020

 Either fiddling, getting depressed or doing something else. Yesterday was devoted to moving furniture in chez Francois where Robin is moving in mid-november. Today I shall be painting some walls there. Green, since you ask.

Trying to suppress all arts notions and doing rather well.

Tuesday, 20 October 2020

21 10 2020

 Looking around the studio, struck by the comfortable petit bourgeoisness of the current output. Well tasteful. Most depressing. 

However, upheaval looms; furniture moving tomorrow and the day after plus a handful of commitments which will take me out of harms way and into another mode. Probably of rage at not being able to continue series. Sigh.

20 10 2020

 Fiddling; refinished tree, refinished first refugee, hating the ones I'm working on. Can't settle. Fortunately many interruptions.

Monday, 19 October 2020

19 10 2020

allegedly finished but not happy - with the colour of the towel  behind the head (which on the list is the same colour as the tshirt and I'm trying to be faithful), nor with the look of the thing. One option is to number the items but don't think that would work either. So have started another two to develop the theme, however miserable it is. Got today clear-ish.

 

Sunday, 18 October 2020

18 10 2020

 Psychic experience, below, as inaccurate as most! Auntie Ces still doing well. Mother deluded, as ever - still convinced it was her.

Managed some work on the miserable itinerary of refuges that I'm on -

-troubled by Big Thoughts.

Friday, 16 October 2020

17 10 2020

Don't know where else to write this but want to write it.

Last night at 9.50 pm my mother 'appeared'; that is to say, she was suddenly and very clearly there. No sight of her, no smell or sound but there she was, herself and indisputably real, physical. This has not happened with her before. She wasn't addressing me though she wanted me to hear what she was doing, to whit, talking to my great aunt, who was confused. She, my aunt, has died.

Given that my aunt was 100 and in hospital with Covid this is a fair bet but waiting to hear.


Wednesday, 14 October 2020

14 10 2020

 Funny old business, art... wrestling with pedantic tree pic and two other little pix appeared, dealing with the deaths of refugees. Been making lists of the washed up detritus of the lives of the dead. Not much fun but the challenge of the things help.