Nothing, nothing nothing to report. One of those days when I felt that I was marking time and worried about the fact; worried about some other stuff but not in a major league way and thought about some new paintings. Feeling pretty cheery but nothing out of routine.Leftover night for dinner, so a strange and wonderful concoction of the last weeks meals rolled in a seedy wrap, accompanied by some fragments of films. A fragmented day in general.
Started the new piece I have been pondering, which is really the culmination of the little angel box canvases and consists of nine angels which I want to mount and frame as a single piece like an angel yearbook, identification chart, or museum. Still thinking about but not finishing the big(ger) canvas called 'Les anges, les etoiles et la neige' which popped from head to sketch book on the night of the opening at Ritchie's gallery. A new chapter is definately opening and even that night seems very long ago.
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