It is pouring with rain outside, and I watch the guard hollyhocks sway dangerously in the wind, keeping the unwary from the door unless they know that they are there, or they find a different way into the house. The heating will not go on until sometime later and I have just noticed that it is 4pm, and probably time for tea.
What is happening? You ask. How is it that you do not know what to write? I will answer these two questions briefly and in order.
- Not a lot
- No idea.
|Outside the Unitarian Chapel in the Garden in Bridport, host to the next big AGD exhibition in November. You will be able to get down the path without me standing in the way longing to hug you. I will behave.|
And now. I am still on the sofa. Night has fallen, and the heating is on. I have been asked to write a tiny piece on AGD for the Dying Matters magazine Farewell, and I have done so. Feeling as tired and blank as I do, it was a struggle not to send in a piece saying that I haven't a clue, and I can't remember anything about it. I used small sentences and short words, and I think it worked. Thank you to Farewell Magazine for asking in the first place, I am delighted. A very perceptive and engaging piece has been written about the Brighton School of Medical Science AGD last week, by Katriona Feinstein. She has asked for some more bits to finish the article, which I will write that and send over tonight. Then, I hope, it can be published online and wherever it can be seen. I have known Kat since she was 7, and I loved her then and love her now. She is well over 7 now, in case you think I make kids write articles about me.
Here is a very interesting encounter with which to end this week. After I had finished talking about AGD at the BSMS last week, a young student came up to talk to me and told me that she had painted her Grandfather as he was dying for her A Levels. Louise Byfield is a young Arts Student now, and sent me an image of her painting. Not only do I think that Louise is very talented to paint her old Grandfather in this way, I am impressed that she chose him as a subject. This is what Louise said in her email, that here were
"paintings I made during my A levels and art foundation. The painting of just his face I painted after his death during my foundation and the coloured paintings before during my A levels. Interestingly enough I never made the connections of colour and lack of it till your talk. I felt more at peace after painting him I now realise.
|Louise Byfield's Grandfather, painted as he was dying, for her A Levels. I think this is just wonderful, thank you for sharing it, Louise.|