That’s today. Why? Because on the one hand I’m dithering over a warm-up exercise for the drawing course (a warm-up exercise!) and on the other I’m pricing up art work for the forthcoming village Christmas Fair in November. If anything says conflicted more than the fear of not being able to make temporary patterns with crumbs or water or, in my case, cold coffee, set against assigning a public value to your own paintings then I don’t want to meet it in a dark alley.
Here’s the cold coffee, and if you aren’t seeing colliding galaxies, swirling star systems, and that bit in 2001: a Space Odyssey where Dave hurtles down that cosmic tunnel to who-knows-where, then one of us is obviously in trouble.