(A small hyperlapse video from earlier today. Leafing through a copy of our winged Twelve months, an explorer tales at George Paton Gallery: Artist's Books (reprised), University of Melbourne.)
When I am not with a 00 or 000 brush in my hand, painting the stripes and numbers on a handful of pewter footballers for a collectables store, I am...
(In a opium haze, recalling the hypnotic procession of the Shades. (Looking forward to revisiting La Bayadère later in the week with my Mum.))
(Admiring Lenni, atop the fridge, by the light of the golden tortoise, as he waits for his fifth breakfast. (Feline Fanciers, please note the endearing chest swirl.))
(Giving in to the temptation of a new pair of Moomin scissors at Odette.)
(And admiring the marvellous yellow.)