Mothers Day 14/3/2021
It has been an unbearable winter. To have managed to get to March is miraculous for me. I have had my physical and inward mask on nearly all the time and I am exhausted by it.
An old painting of mine, in red bottom right, shows my son when we were enjoying a lunch in Tate Modern's members room ... a life time ago now. I liked the series of drawings and painting I did from that day. My table ,behind the flowers, is my studio now, and I have much I am doing.......so I seem to be creatively alive but battling the black dog more times than I can cope with at times. Thank God for the few faithful friends I have, I am so grateful to them.