Very full painty day yesterday; put away the last supper as far too gloopy and must dry - and returned to the little death boats which are easier to deal with now the shock and loss of (especially) Bernards death are passing. Unfortunately... this means tidying and destroying the bright lively freshness and arriving at a more formal Dante/Virgil thang which, lets face it, better artists have dealt to death.
Awake most of the night with dreams - loving and caring blind baby with no belly button, what??Going to go rational today: walk, shop, clean out parrots.
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