Hardly anytime in the studio - market on a spring morning, friend to tea - but worked late last night and turned enough corners not to feel too angsty. Drawing out a headful of images.
Sara at the fripperie - where I bought a dress this morning- chatting about friends. She said that a mutual friend had cut his hair and I knew that, though I said I didnt know why. She said in English; there doesn't have to be a reason for everything.
Todays mantra. Perhaps tomorrows too.
Changed the Yellow King and got rid of the offending kneecap. In the meantime, found 2 pictures by Picasso - The King and another King, in pencil with nudes in his crown (p.101 Lecaldano, Paolo, The Complete Paintings of Picasso;Blue and Rose Periods (Penguin Books:1968)) Also, another by Francis Newton Souza -The Emperor , 1958 -(p.16 Harrison, Martin Transition; London Art Scene in the Fifties, (Merrell in association with Barbican art: 2002)) All heads, clearly the imperial body is of no interest to others - and Picasso's so similar to his 'clowns' heads as to command attention.
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