It’s Sunday. Blog day. Another search for words.
In just over a month my new book will be published – I promise you there are a lot of words in that.
I know I should tell you something about it. Something that will justify the enormity of its birth. The enormity of its birth to me. But I feel more and more there are no words. What will be, will be.
Instead today is about Modigliani at the Tate; I, Tonya at the Covent Garden Odeon; and twenty four tracks on my headphones as I walked the streets of London.
Sometimes other people’s words and pictures are far more important than your own.
Happy Easter. I hope the chocolate was good.