A spectacular sunset last night in Shepherd's Bush.
< A bit like the colours of a linen chest painted by Duncan Grant spotted earlier at 2, Temple Place (exhibition on artists in Sussex between the Wars. Grant was a Conscientious Objector. The chest now at Charleston House - I think).
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"When my children were young.... I rarely left the perimeter of our home. I said my prayers in the night by the canal draped by ancient longhaired willows. The things I touched were living. My husband's fingers, a dandelion, a skinned knee. I didn't seek to frame these moments. They passed without souvenir. But now I cross the sea with the sole aim to possess within a single image the straw hat of Robert Graves, typewriter of Hesse, spectacles of Beckett, sickbed of Keats. What I have lost and cannot find I remember. What I cannot see I attempt to call. Working on a string of impulses." bordering illumination."
Patti Smith/M Train