Time passes while I don't seem to be making any progress. This month the only things I have achieved involve shopping - which is not something I do often, with the huge (HUGE!) exception of books. Starting with which I am really enjoying the catalogue for the Picasso Portraits exhibition (see image above) at the National Portrait Gallery in London. It is brilliant, pointing me at all the artists which influenced Picasso in particular cases. Despite having been an ardent fan of Picasso for decades, and realising that he did plunder his own vast knowledge of previous - and contemporary artists, I had no real idea of how he jumped about from instance to instance. This is one of those wondrous books which is an eye-opener, as well as being a great springboard into further looking and learning.
Another purchase is a big one: a relief press, well, a table top one. After a bit of research online I came across the Blue Boy. On my return from our trip I ordered one. I unpacked it this morning, and hope to spend time getting to know it in the coming days. I'm not exactly sure where it will live permanently (oh for a purpose built space ...), but meantime it can happily stay where it is till I get to know it better.
The third purchase was an indulgence brought on by extreme headcold misery. This is the kind of behaviour I thought I had left behind years ago: buying stuff for which I have no immediate purpose. And indeed this purchase - or part of it has reinforced that determination once more. The linen threads are beautiful subtle colours, but of course what I had forgotten was that natural dyes are often fugitive. There's a warning on the packet to keep the work made with them out of direct sunlight. Sigh. The cone is a fine yarn mix of silk and stainless steel, which I am curious to try at some point.
I should just have bought a book!