Luminous, illumination, enlightenment. Don’t you think those are three of the most terrific words we can hold in our heart? Don’t they make you feel like you can rise above criticism, generate understanding and recover from a slap in the face?
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Sunday morning jumped out of bed, fed the cat, jumped into the cars and roared off for Shakespeare County Raceway, at Stratford upon Avon, about 35 miles away. R drove his turbo mini and I drove the Vauxhall Astra. You
Tell me, what would you do if someone gave you the opportunity, for £15 (about $24), to meet around 400 like-minded, creative people, all open and smiling, willing to share ideas, inspiration, techniques and personal sketchbooks with you. What if
Let me tell you something. David Nash is sculptor in residence at Kew for a year. I went there yesterday and saw the sculptures.
The sun came out! Braved the London Olympics traffic, (Especially Junction 3 on the M4), to have a lovely day at Kew. But a sunny day at Kew! What could be better?
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Watched the Moto GP race today. As Moto GP races go, this one was a bit tame. No one fell off, there were only a few slight wobbles and one little bump. But if you’re like me and love, LOVE