Decades of drawings finally binned. It's done, done and dusted... could even walk across the room, sit at the drawing table and draw. Slightly light headed with this freedom.
That's not to say I can use it, of course; roof menders, meals to be prepared, stuff.
Have agreed, health permitting, to be resident artist for WOSC at Lady Margaret Hall in Oxford in September. This minutes before drawings turned up from the Burnside Conference in Greenwich, the first time I'd done it: didn't bin them anyway.
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