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20 September 2018

LIVING ROOM

My living room with portrait of Fionn Wilson and some of my boxworks.

my-livingroom-art

16 September 2018

CELEBRATING

Finished my main piece for the Christine Keeler exhibition and a smaller one is nearly done. Won't post photos until the show opens next year but Fionn Wilson came over last night and she loves the work so I'm happy she's happy and we had a great time drinking too much (for me) wine. Am foggy-headed and more stiff-jointed than usual today but Alka Seltzer has been consumed.

A selfie shot yesterday in the bathroom mirror. I never use my phone to take photos, as everyone else seems to do, and I'm told there are apps to make one's self look more cheek-bony etc. I still use a regular camera and my cheek bones are still invisible.

Natalie Sept.2018

11 September 2018

STREET PARTYING

Every September there's a street party organised by the people who live in my neighbourhood. A great example of how community spirit can make something enjoyable for everyone happen effectively, smoothly, without friction and with unstinting cooperation, all tasks voluntarily undertaken. Good food cooked and served, children's games. raffles, dog show, magic, film show, dancing, and always music, one or more bands invited to perform. This year my friend, fabulosa Brazilian-English singer Nina Miranda and her two musicians: Antony Elvin (guitar & voice) and Oli Savill (percussion) were on the blue-canopied stage. A joyful day of good will in action.

.Nina Miranda performs

Nina and Band

streeet party 2018

4 September 2018

SPIDER REQUIEM

About to dry my face on bathroom towel I notice a small black spot on the towel. Within a split second the following things happen:
The spot moves.
It's a spider.
I panic.
Shake the towel over the basin.
Exterminate innocent spider down the plug hole with hot water.
Feel guilty and relieved.
Philosophise for a few moments.
Within that black spot everything was working, that little engine perfectly tuned. Life!
I can't make life, can't make anything as perfectly functioning as a spider.
In that spider's life I was Death.

spider

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