October 29, 2018

funny old life...

....had an especially fun night last night feeding Jamsie and Guillhem on spag bol and apple cake, which is a very good way of accompanying a deal of red wine. Woke happy and relaxed and trotted optimistically off to life drawing. Though taxing it has got to be better than paperwork.

(Apropos, rather than going mad, Le Capt and I have decided that I will do studio work in the mornings and paperwork afternoons and evenings.) 

                 (So when am I writing this?? Nevermind...)

Anyway, Fabienne was modeling and many artist friends were there. Hubert turned up. Since he's been known to have been ill, it was a pleasure to see him well if a bit wobbly on the pivot. Turns out he took himself to Ireland to get over the trauma of Nigeria and whilst in Ireland in an excess of high spirits he swam in the Atlantic during a storm. He was accordingly beaten by the waves onto the rocks. Hence his extended stay in London where his son is a physio. He's alive and functioning, recovering.

Margaret arrived next, with the daunting news that Johns workshop had burned down last night. Quelle horreur. Many loved and useful things gone and all his recent work. And Margrets wellies. Shocking news with which to start life drawing. Began watching the door with trepidation... heartfelt commiserations to John who did seem somewhat shocked at the cafe afterwards. (The pompiers took 20 mins to arrive and then couldn't find a fire hydrant.)

I suppose that tout le monde know that Aileen and Ole-Bendik have parted? Hope they won't mind me mentioning it here.They were both there and it looks like life drawing can continue peacefully.

Peacefully it proceeded with evidence of some seriously fine art abounding. 

Last bit of miserable news -in keeping with the days evident theme -  my chewing gum detached part of a tooth with all of the filling. Bummer.
Rang my most attractive dentist later and he can't see me till mid November. BUMbummer.

Bobs trip to the Osteopath was OK, phew, and he says Bob is now better. Hes cooking dinner. I can go hunt papers, hurrah.

a life-times supply of charcoal

contemporary art in the making

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