Sitting in bed

It is 8.30 am and I am still in bed and feeling guilty I’m not up and about and busy, and neither am I reading important articles about refugees. 

Liz just texted me a photo of some ferns she saw on a walk yesterday and asked if I’d ever painted ferns, and I said “Yes!”

I put this painting in my last exhibition and there was little interest in it.

It currently lives on the landing, and every single time I come up the stairs I see it and think “I like you!” So I think I will keep it.

This painting is very popular and although I think it’s a good painting, I shan’t be sad if someone buys it. 

I have recently been looking at old photographs and came across this one of me that Isaac took, we think in about 1987. I love it!

This post has turned into a picture post, so here to finish is a photo of my friend Karen, the Aging Hippie who lives in California, on a Labor day demo. After it there is a clip from our texts to show the context.