Saturday, 23 April 2011
I quite often listen to Vivaldi when I am drawing and I always make the same faces or gestures as the people I draw. It's a good job nobody is watching really.
The invisible wife is in major skulk mode...she almost slithers out of the house next door now. She locked in Fido again yesterday. Of course everybody on the street is trying to get a look at the new man, the new Englishman,who has a white van (business), red, mud coloured car (property in the mountains) and a silver sportscar (business, picking up dames, pimpmobile). But she herds him into his vechicles with amazing professional speed as everybody else suddenly realises they are standing at various strategic points of the road as if they are just about to go to the rubbish bins, take dog for a walk, park car on street. But we all silently know, in spite of our many different languages, that we want a glimpse of...Invisible Amante.