But it isn’t … and if we don’t do this shit it will be even more impoverished.
Finally forced my way through the shitty waves and made it out to sea, put up a perfunctory gallery of pics from my Redwing show last week.
It’s not as though there aren’t more important things that I should be doing: like doing what I can to help our PPC Alana Bates and the whole fucking Labour Party win a fucking election.
Like supporting NCB and doing something to keep our home in one piece.
But life goes on.
And if you couldn’t come, you can get a feel for what it was like.
I had visions of a bit of any easy time once this was over.
7 hours a day, 7 days a week for 7 months has a sort of biblical ring to it and I was looking forward to a secular sabbath. Ho hum.
Now I need to make the prints and try to get some decent archive pics of the paintings … and then set to again.