Weirdly inconclusive day.
Been getting up before 7.00am and hanging around for the light, lately grey and overcast. Today, knowing its Thursday and thus cleaning day plus french lesson and also expecting a friend's visit, I dawdled. Then got overwrought and rushed to studio, messed about a bit in very good light (sun out).
Next, femme de menage was ill so I didn't have to clean beyond some very basic maintenance nor did I have to cook us lunch (a loss, but there isn't much to do anyway)
Went out for a coffee and to shop. Carried on working, happily, went OK though various anxieties about the paintings which I'm trying not to articulate on the grounds that this is action, not intellectual stuff. (Compositions iffy.)
French class is really a visit to a french friend. Did that, fun, planned visit from other french friend and texted him to confirm time. I've got the wrong day. Its tomorrow.
So again in studio where things creep along... bowl and soldier sculptures v successful. Will call them something like dragons teeth, after the teeth that Jason planted that sprung an army. Nearly done with three of them and that's enough. They are VERY delicate. My camera is crap. Need to get them photographed before they fall apart.
Tomorrow now disjointed, invited two friends to lunch in a post drawing fit of euphoria (hyacinths forcing their way up from lilac pot) and of course the friend I was expecting today now comes tomorrow. Lala. How does one focus in the face of a life of activity?
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