Galloping on! No photos, nothing finished, pleased with myself.
Oh dear.
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Galloping on! No photos, nothing finished, pleased with myself.
Oh dear.
Taken an age to get this done. The consultant is dictating a letter to my doctor regarding the condition of my heart.
He did this looking straight at me and flickering to the dictating machine, so I have his eyes off in several directions which was the hard bit. He was stone-still except for the eye movements. He always wears a mask. Maybe he has no teeth; a goatee? Much evasion.
Plus this penile handle which he grasps with both hands. Whole experience weird, especially as the assistant who types it up was supposed to do it first thing the next morning and email to my people, and didn't.
Pleased though. That's #8 of the rolling death set.
Amazingly, back at work. Which actually means fiddling with a drawing. Having walls refreshed in the living room (plaster stripped off, underlying stones pointed) so dust horrendous and I cant breathe it in - so all basic domestic parts of the house out of bounds for me :)
Should have thought of this years ago. But I guess you can only pull it off once.
Set foot in studio, aircon on low, drawing on day bed... well, its something!! Plan to return to work tomorrow having shaken off the tristresse of family loss.
Just had an online interview with Marcus Carney in the course of which the nature and evocation of creativity came up. Dammit, now its over Im thinking more thoughts; none of which matter, of course. What is produced, how, and where it goes- pragmatic thoughts - more useful than the nature- of stuff.
l'esprit d'escalier rollin along
Storm has broken the weather, pro tem - more small swifts and house martins dead on pavements, thought the heat was killing them but now its the rain.
More drops of blood on my balcony terrace too.
On the plus side, my brother and his two boys are arriving. Bobs nephew and niece are charming. Next few days will be fun :)
Needless to say, no work done.
Made it though July, hurrah - now finding the splendid blind over the big vellux makes the first studio - the one with air con - too dark to paint in. lalala.
So did some drawing over the latest Hommage. Rather worrying as its a portrait of my heart consultant who is veryhmm very apparent. He has long hair worn loose and always wears a mask, anyone who knows him will know him.
Can't be helped, I guess. Def part of the entropy-and-death ness of it all. Don't suppose he'd care, should he ever see it -
Nothing achieved except the awful works-in-progress turned to the wall. BUT adorable Norbert came round and fitted a blind over the velux which will make working a deal easier if I ever get to it.
Got visitors, young and opinionated in the right way. Been touring and will continue for a while.