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.
Sunday 11 October 2020
11 10 2020
Decent afternoons work on the little canvases. Its a bit like pulling a tooth but I'm letting it shape its own pace. Its about death and aspriation; what else? Sigh.
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