Today was so busy - again! - that I barely had time to look around to see what was on my desk top at work. Here's Diego, a temporary resident until - at least - after the return of the Santa Ana winds next week (please: no. Please make it rain ...). He actually belongs to Alice, and looks as though he might bolt and clatter off on his purple hooves at any moment.
Behind him, dimly - and with an discolored sky, for such is the unsustainability of whatever ink I used - is a drawing of Runswick, in West Yorkshire, that I did as a Christmas present for my grandmother in 1975, only she died ten days before Christmas that year, and so I kept it. I hope that she would have liked it: she used to go on holiday to this seaside fishing (and artists') village as a little girl, and used to tell a memorable story about being in church one sunny summer's Sunday, and - the church door being open - looking back at the doorway of the cottage in which they were staying, and seeing the lobster that was destined for Sunday lunch walking down the path. I hope it made it back to the sea ...
Hi Diego! You are very pretty. This is a really delightful picture with the splashes of colors in the background, brightened with gold highlights.
ReplyDeleteDiego may be pretty, but he's been very upset to be in my office, rather than Alice's at home, and has been scuttering around all over the desk clattering those little hooves. Very unrelaxing. But no repatriation until after next week's winds ...
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