Talking of jewels, for a brief moment this morning, the sun showed itself to strike the buildings on the island, picking them out like gemstones in a seam of basalt.
I watched a handful of seagulls stomping about on the sand, shoulders hunched and heads down. They looked irritated, like they were killing time. Having said that, seagulls often look grumpy.
I will dig out the chocolate digestives later, make some coffee, and imagine I am still in studio 22. Then I'll try to work out how I can make space in my studio here. The next few works I will be working on are small. Just as well.
Works up and down: up for Art Space on Saturday, up for AA2A tomorrow, de-installing at ARC at aspex on Wednesday.