Flowers ahoy

My back is much better now - ok, it still hurts like hell, I lie in bed like a beetle on it's back rolling around trying to fling myself out, but where I was on monday night was unbearable, and now I am tottering around.

I have help of course

This mainly consists of him leaping in front of my feet and making me grateful to get through the day in one piece.

During back-nightmare I managed to stop painting/sitting up long enough to watch the entire first season of The Wire, and read/gorge on Angela Carter's The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories. If you haven't read that or any of her other works yet and if you like fairy tales, dreams, sensuous language and the darker side of the human soul then I envy you discovering her.

Anyway, there's only so many DVD's and books a woman can read without boredom. So I rigged up some semi-vertical board to paint on and keep my back stretched long.

I couldn't hold on any longer.


I think you can click this one to see details...though the photo is tragic quality again, I give up with the photographing.


She'll be stting in the clock case eventually