La Doleur Exquisabella

To be fair, i would very much like to move to a Dutch art school.

So far all I’ve done is eat a chocolaté biscuit and water the hyacinths/orchids. I guess I´m thinking about the imminent move and shake-up.

Some funded research opportunity I saw that I thought might be of interest but it is in the Netherlands.

Morning bath, candlelight, peace, tea, soothing salts to herald a day in the studio thinking about pigment (with head and hands and mouth). Studio as oasis, as spell, as held breath, as exhale.

What a thing!

Woods, nearly twilight

Woods

Took a moment to stop and greet this one (tree, big)

À day of walking in the rain and thinking. Sometimes with the wood, sometimes about the wood.

Oh tteokbokki is always the thing I most want to eat at any given moment.

Today I want to talk about Jess’ Rule and Martha’s Rule, two new initiatives across NHS England that I think are really important and you should know about.
Tl;dr: if your symptoms are not improving or getting worse, at home or in hospital, you have the right and Drs the responsibility to review.

Oh no, that’s so harsh — but understandable. These people are just horrible Vandal landlords.

I was just thinking of you yesterday.

Magnolia tree on the verge of flowering

There used to be a glorious — GLORIOUS — magnolia tree in the garden of one of the houses that runs up to our garden wall. I found out yesterday they have chopped it down. I hope the roots of what’s left give them subsidence in their house, their bodies and their dreams. Herés one from last night

Babes, wake up, the moon is rising over the flat fenland, and in the houses, lights are coming on.

Thanks Jo : )

*snickers*

Don’t spoil it Jeremy.

Right, everything is a shitshow but my daughter has got a FT job interview and I have an acceptance for my sole submission of 2026 so tonight we celebrate on the edge of the apocalypse.

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correct.

right?

I love that a former student just texted me to say that Jeff Koons is in the Epstein files in ALL CAPS

I quite often think this about Deleuze.

🤭

WHOOSH

(the sound of blossom)

Sitting in the sun without a thought in my head, completely ignoring my imminent (unwritten) conférence paper.

I still find this unbelievably hilarious and improbable. It was all an accident.

I was a teenage Beauty Queen.

Black is classic and feeds my summer goth aesthetic but heavens, it does not encourage me to wear it!

(Reposted after fixing very weird typo!)

I’m doing an evening swim/dinner at Bristol Lido with the BF for my birthday, and I cannot face my black swimsuit again.

I’m so glad for a slower start to today, not teaching until 2pm, the last of the week. Sitting in the studio in the sun drinking coffee and sorting out the great matrix of travel plans/looking for a cute swimsuit.