Everything has gone
Sliced.
Everything has gone. Well, from the studio, at least.
Paintings sold found new homes (thank you!); those left are now destroyed.
Destruction, I found, is not an easy task, physically or emotionally, but ultimately, one I hope to be liberating.
The coming eight days are ones of moving with all the associated hullabaloo and logistics, boxes and bubble wrap, friends and farewells.
Everything is in motion.