It was a good weekend, despite the fact that four good friends who were due to come to the exhibition couldn’t, all because of different, individual, emergency medical situations. How odd is that?
But I had some interesting conversations, not just about the paintings, but about the PAINTING, if you see what I mean.
And this painting sold:
This morning I am despairing over Starmer. What a dud.
We need leadership and inspiration, compassion and moral courage, not deaf, intransigent, more-of-the-same blah.
I suppose it’s good news about the Labour Party conference voting - despite Starmer’s best effort at blocking it - that yes, it is a genocide, and the U.K. should be acting appropriately.
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| Led by Donkeys unfurled this banner outside Parliament last year |
And looking at the news…why are outsiders going to be in charge of Palestine? What about Palestinians?
I could go on railing about the news forever, but I want to enjoy my day, so…I shall have a bike ride, make a lasagne for our next refugee hospitality day, and start a new painting.
The sun rises in spite of everything.
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