I watched some of the rugby on TV this afternoon, in the spirit of trying to keep up with the men in my life, many of whom love and/or play the game. I can't get the hang of it, it looks like a large-scale wrestling match with complicated rules and a ball. At least I will know the score at a family meal tomorrow. I wish I liked sport but I don’t. Roll on autumn and Strictly.
I framed an old painting, might include it in the exhibition but we don’t have a lot of space. The flowers are anemones which were my mother’s favourite. I painted them and then scrubbed the paper in the sink to get this washed-out effect. It looks like the kind of painting people might like more than my others. Haven’t been able to start any new paintings, I just have to let go and wait for inspiration.
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