28 05 2024

Still - god, how long now? - been fiddling with Peters 'portrait. With luck the sudden red will resolve. Should invite him back for a last, really, sitting.

Heres the old studio, crumbling away. Will have to take it down, the nostalgia too ridiculous.

Caterpillar, baby bird and cat from Rennes-le-bains. Cut the bird from the failed drawing and glued it. 

And here a hoopoe from Belpeche. Stumbled into the entire town mourning the death of an infant, a child, driven into a plane tree by her grandmothers loss of car control. Never been around communal grief before, silent and profound. The hoopoe flew into that. Then we scattered the ashes of Diane at Pech-Luna, where the hare appeared.