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 “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” (Charles Dickens).

Mostly, it was the best of times. For sure. From 2006, having a painting being shown in Thoresby Gallery, just a short walk from my one-time primary school, to 2019, and exhibiting / selling a print in the Harley. Thirteen years of fun, creativity, making art, writing. I thought of it as a continuing series of adventures, and it was. Until the world suddenly turned on its axis. Or was it just my world? Either way, the people and places of those adventures would never be the same.

The Covid pandemic, 2020 / 2021, with its dubious vaccinations and lockdowns, seemed to set the mood for what followed, though was not entirely to blame. Significant places for my sketchbook activities became forever off-limits. Significant people moved on. I am sure everything is alluded to, one way or another, within this blog. But no regrets. 2022 found me once again exhibiting and selling. 2023 had me publishing. 2024 has me mostly wondering, “Okay, but what shall I do now?”

I’m not really sure. But whatever it is, I shall write about it on a new blog. ‘Bye for now.

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