I visited our exhibition again… and noticed this on the studio floor. It’s from a painting I did with orange fluoro paint and glitter and the painting fell on the floor and Xavier made it into a drawing.

It made me think of the signs and evidence we leave behind us, that show we were here, both tangible and intangible.

The words of Karen Blixen from Out of Africa came to my mind…
If I know a song of Africa, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on… or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

Yes, I’m getting sentimental about finishing the year, and leaving my studio.