No art

I'm taking a brief rest from making artworks to concentrate on writing a play. This will be a challenge for me, which I welcome as a long Winter project. I'm also reading Duchamp: A biography by Calvin Tomkins, MoMA.

Today is the shortest day. We wake in the dark and go to sleep in the dark. Most of the thousands of leaves have fallen from the large Plane tree and most been raked up. A daily, but necessary activity. Only a few leaves continue to cling to the branches.

From here on we look forward to

Spring.