Home. I was only away for a few days and they were beautiful days of sunshine and warm winds, willow trees and herons, paintings and sculpture, old houses that tumbled and twisted and held hidden nests sculpted by wasps, flint, big skies, tall cloud castles and golden fields, lazy ousing rivers, lost lanes, lost villages. I travelled to Robin's by train, intending to work on roughs on the journey, but instead began to read and spent the next four hours in Mexico with The Hummingbird's Daughter. This is the best book I have read for years. I am sad to have reached the end of the story, so far, but love his blog and website.
Home now and the rain is singing on the roof. Heavy showers and blue sky, and I have much to do. Today is my birthday and Robin bought me an hourglass, because he knows of my musings on time. It is darkly perfectly beautiful, and I have found myself just sitting and watching the sands of time run through. (More on the Hour Glass later, when I have more time!)
Horse Feathers no.1, Mother and Child is finished and I have to move away from drawings for a short while to work on I Am Cat in time for Frankfurt Book Fair, and the KNTR foundation calendar piece that is already a month late.
And I want to post pictures of The Imagine Gallery.
And paint hummingbirds.