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MOAR BRILLIANT
Apr. 8th, 2012 09:55 pmArt Blog with words.
I went to an exhibition, is what that says, and the only sad bit was that I REALLY wanted Emer to see it and she wasn't there. I actually texted Rob to ask if it was possible to get her there, but it wasn't really. She'd have LOVED it, in spite of all the people.
And I saw LOTS of children afterwards; a toddler on purpose (got a KISS!) and various children on public transport. One family had just finished a 12-hour journey and I told them how brilliant they were. Children are very grounding for me.
On the Tube after the exhibition, I got into a carriage occupied solely by persons in black. One woman had a dark purple thing under her black coat, a couple of people had dark blue jeans, and there were two people in dark brown. Everything else was black.
Except for me, in my faded red jeans, stripy cardi, red handbag, etc etc. I was like a metaphor, or the person in the film who dies horribly.
I went to an exhibition, is what that says, and the only sad bit was that I REALLY wanted Emer to see it and she wasn't there. I actually texted Rob to ask if it was possible to get her there, but it wasn't really. She'd have LOVED it, in spite of all the people.
And I saw LOTS of children afterwards; a toddler on purpose (got a KISS!) and various children on public transport. One family had just finished a 12-hour journey and I told them how brilliant they were. Children are very grounding for me.
On the Tube after the exhibition, I got into a carriage occupied solely by persons in black. One woman had a dark purple thing under her black coat, a couple of people had dark blue jeans, and there were two people in dark brown. Everything else was black.
Except for me, in my faded red jeans, stripy cardi, red handbag, etc etc. I was like a metaphor, or the person in the film who dies horribly.