When my father - who lived well into his nineties – made his infrequent visits to the village surgery, the doctor would greet him with the words, “Good God, are you still walking around”!
After an absence of well over a year, I’m sure you’ll be saying about me. Let me explain. This year I reach my biblical three score years and ten, and my long absence has all to do with the problems associated with growing younger.
At this time of life, I have so many projects on the go that it is difficult to find time to sit down and write about them. Which brings us back to Henry David Thoreau and his line:
My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.
It is not only projects that I have been grappling with. Last week for the first time in living memory, we took a day’s holiday. My family enjoyed it immensely but agreed that we wouldn’t want to repeat the experience too often.
One of the projects has been tutoring the next generation of creative artists and, as an extension of that initiative, offering my studio life classes to visitors.
Bythe way, as I grow younger, so does my wife. Here's a sketch of her as she begins her twenty-second year of modelling.
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