03 09 2019

sold these three yesterday - mostly painted 12 years ago - going through stock, cleaning and varnishing took the morning.  Will be paid when I deliver them.

Today would be going well, I'm a little clearer about what I'm doing (perusing the unacceptable, the silly, the whimsical etc) but interruptions (friend returned a loan, hurrah, took possession, went to bank) and now I'm writing this. Au boulot!

02 09 2019

 Dead flower stuff crossing over with the flower fairies of youth... not sure what direction these are going in but alarming that dead flowers continue to die, they aren't static, things change even when I don't expect them to.

Been reading the journals of Emily Carr whose work I've never much liked, too mannered for me - got dragged to her show in Dulwich and liked her even less though one or two were almost to my taste - was given the journals by a fan. The bloody woman sounds just like me! She moans and compares and contrasts and despairs AND she has nose-bleeds AND she reads Ouspenski...  hundred years ago and nothing changes. Doubt that I'II be able to finish the book as I keep throwing it across the room.

31 08 2019

Got in what would have been a full days work - had I not stopped for lunch, a siesta and an afternoon party.
Felt like a full day.  Back in the groove,  no doubt.

30 08 2019

Looks like he was struck by a raptor, judging by the gash on the back of the neck - alas -
I'm not doing much. The dead flowers I'm working on have turned into wassisnames work - Richter, I think - correcting proofs for 2cnd edition and pottering.

27 08 2019

Made it to the studio, twice; yesterday just shuffled stuff around and was glum, today started to paint.  Flowers, what else. Dying ones, natch. Lots of internal and external interuptions... still glum actually and dont want to think about any of it.

23 08 2019

Managed to get out the last two days to draw, with hysterical results. Im after a particular quality involving crayons and the dreams of youth.
Yesterday was interupted by a family who said, mais c'est jolie, bravo! which means a certain naff quality has been achieved. Ugh.
Family leave today, Im off to Carcassonne to have lunch with my dead father and draw another line in time. Studio  monday.

15 08 2019

I'm back but not in the studio. Massive paperwork demands and serve me right. Conference was a dream and I'm committed to more - have promised all sorts of copies of stuff that has to be scanned and distributed.
Family are here, mostly looking after themselves, bless 'em.

Here's a lovely Chagall etching that was in the house I stayed in in Devon, impeccable - and below a snap of the conference with my drawing of Spencer-Brown on screen. JUST visible.