Please the Criticisms are based on literature.
The epitomy of baring at all is waking up to the
philosophy that what is our ruin will be that, that is
affected by time.
In the meantime, the world that surrounds dictates
the very choices that make our very beings react.
Indeed, the fashion
of routine, dress and fulfilling our selves with edible
and understandable notions, with us in spirit is our
bodies.
The natural choice is a derivative of sensitivity.
I find the train journeys to London Paddington, not
just a turn of head to waken the
symetries of buildings on both side of the track but
good thinking time for all the thoughts before a
speech, an agenda
to an exhibition for review. Now I do not consider
myself a writer of genius, but it is helpful to be
mindful of the creative
Artist and indeed the environment around them.
Experience is the way forward in time, our bodies
prone to our intellect and thoughts as to the
frailties of the odd wrinkle.
Our minds nourished, we can again turn to your
work, An Artist mindful of her thoughts and make
up, kind to
tell that progress or modernity are sometimes
separate but nevertheless hardy.
I commend you for your Attitude as an Artist,
honest and full to the clothes on the rack, or the
nude filing of another pose.
I hope my memory stretches to the conversation so
difficult to sum up the lines for all at the Exhibition
and sometimes
too much as a repetition. But then is not life
another day, to dress, address and cognify the
work to come.