Human recognition
Sandra is back at work alone. I have been painting in the studio next door. She sits cutting and laying her project with only the radio for company. Today she was able to watch the snow for entertainment. To abate my feelings of guilt, I imagine she finds the snow exotic and the lack of company a relief, but I may be wrong about this. I still have so much to do.
This afternoon I went to the gallery to check dimensions and plans. There was a show of black paintings by John Beard — portraits of almost illegible figures glimpsed through an inky haze. Blaise, who works at the gallery, and is handsome and stylish in a part Jeeves, part fop, part gangsta kind of way, liked the portrait of Aung San Suu Kyi best, he said. The paintings are about human recognition – and it took me a little while to work out which one he was talking about.
Central London in the wintery snow is beautiful, and for the first time I felt excited by the experience of going to the gallery, rather than nervous. We are aiming to install hand made wallpaper and mosaic as well as paintings. Will it ever be done in time?
Eye catching trousers for the private view.
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