One of the week’s oops moments and a chastening reminder that pressure can engender carelessness happened this morning. Like the beautiful Aquarius (but attired in fleecy clothing) I carted water downstairs to wash the studio window. As I put down the bucket of water with added methylated spirits I noticed that there were pools of oily stuff floating on the surface. I had added mineral turps instead of the meths….
I trust I have attached the appropriate link. The moon doesn’t usually play a part in my daily dealings, but the chase for links and tabs has been complex. The Phillips Collection has a lovely home page if that is where you end up – lots to see. Sandra Cinto’s work (One Day, After the Rain) on the walls of the cafe Tryst look interesting.