I still feel like crap, and I fear look like it too. I took this yesterday as I was about to step out into the garden, well insulated with layers because I’m feeling the cold at the moment, but with sunglasses and hat against the sun. Can’t get comfortable. Too hot, too cold, too damned cranky to be in company. Haven’t yet managed to get into the studio. No energy. This wretched chest infection has me wheezing like a clapped-out steam engine. Peter is not that much better than me, but nevertheless went to the office today. We both have deadlines to meet.
Very soon I’ll be hanging The Virgin of the Goldfinches in Llandaff Cathedral. This has been a long time coming, delayed by the need to get a beautiful dark blue curtain made up to cover the organ loft screen, so that the painting can be presented without a distracting background. When they’ve been installed I’ll take photographs of curtain and painting to post here on the Artlog. But for the present, to cheer us all up, here’s how the garden was looking today.