www.jesusonthetube.co.uk for a look at the best known of my images, Jesus on the Tube
www.agracefuldeath.blogspot.com for the A Graceful Death exhibition, paintings from the end of life
Now it is Friday morning. I am like the rest of the human race. I needed time off and had to be forced to have it. I was in danger of wittering myself into a silly number of ridiculous projects all of my own making, simply to keep busy. Not being busy had become a problem that meant that I probably didn't exist. Well tosh to all that. I am grateful to have been allowed this down time in someone elses house, in someone elses space. I am just as brilliant as I was before I arrived, only now I am clean and fresh and rested and normal. And I will be very busy again soon, but I can charge at all my Stuff that I am doing, with a fresh gleam in my eye and a louder and more sane cry of The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Artists (aaaahhh-ha -ha-aaaah).
I am just about to drive back up to Manchester to Rev Rachel Mann's, for the last day of the A Graceful Death exhibition. We have the Closing Night Party tonight, from 7-9pm and I need to be present and sane and normal. Which I am now. Dribble.
So what I say now is Bring It On. I am rested and ready. Life is too short to drive oneself into the ground being tired and madly busy with no real plans anymore except to keep going in case you fizzle out in a little puddle of nothingness. I have had my tea, I have had my sandwich, I have much to do. In a careful, measured and efficient way. I have a long drive to Manchester now, and a long drive back with all the paintings tomorrow. Via Oxford where I collect the 14 Year Old Son who is staying with cousins there. Someone told me that one of his cousins has given him a Mohecan haircut. Oh. Glad I am rested so I can say the right things when I see it.