Here she is, inviting me to add watercolor to the paper and make some marks that attempt to look like flowers. Such fun. Such terror. Such a complete other world apart while the oil is being spilt in the gulf, the ash is spewing from Iceland and the film festival rocks on in the Cote d'Azur. We make marks and discuss the upcoming UK election and weave our lives inside each others. Tuesday, art day, settles everything down.
As they say in Scotland, lovely.
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