This week I have felt myself uncoil, unwind, relax, for the first time since finishing The Lost Words. Perhaps because now it is really finished. Before there was still the cover to complete, and rework, then polish. Now, all is done, Hay is over, I have only the Help Musicians card to paint and other than that for the first time in 30 years I have no work. I’ve been saying no to everything. I am giving myself a sabbatical. Time to unwind, rethink, re-evaluate, sort out past mistakes, move forward. And play.
I took a stone up the hill and placed it in the shade of a favourite thorn.
I took a stone to a place where the fresh meets the salt and watched for a while as the light played with the water. On the way there we passed the bog cotton.
Waiting for a shop to open so that I could collect a delivery of prints I finished reading The Owl Service, a book that has haunted me since I was too young to understand it, but am deeply in love with. And I have been playing with a painting that is coming to Narberth with me on Saturday, where I will be gilding it, in The Golden Sheaf Gallery from 10-5, and talking to people, and signing books. And playing with stones too, most likely. My head is all owls. And I would rather be owls than flowers, but respect the right of those who chose to be flowers.
I will also have new prints with me…… come back soon, later today, to see which ones…