Impulses

Pages after pages of sketches...Remembering these shapes for the future

We Rearranged the furniture in our bedroom this weekend. Some people get things right straight away. I think our house is a constant work in progress. Or a work of gradual decay. It’s exciting to rearrange the furniture. Everything gets shook up and when it’s done it’s like you walk through that wardrobe in the Lion Witch and the Wardrobe and you enter into a new world. Or it’s like you’re on holiday.

Ink and cheap paper

This passion flower was meant to be included in last week’s newsletter but I accidentally deleted it. You can have it as a bonus this week instead

Talking about holidays, we’re going on one, pretty soon. Airports have the same effect on me as tutoring at college/ university. It’s fine but it’s also painful to a point of…I end up spending money on things I don’t really want just to deafen the ache. A weird impulse. Buy crap. When I was pregnant with Dante I accidentally stole a doorbell from Leyland’s in Camden. That was also a weird impulse. I didn’t even want a doorbell. We were there to buy some wire. When on an airplane, you’re flying through the air, everyone else is asleep, chomping on chewing gums or waiting to use the bathroom and I