The past ten days we have immersed ourselves in the ‘project’. I am learning to be collaborative which is unusually hard for a man like me who largely expects to get things his own way. The more we explore the clearer the picture becomes. Have you heard of a film called Cathy Come Home? I am drawn to it.
I like my life right now. Doing what I feel I was put here to do.
We are running all over town. Dane drives me. His sweet face lightening the mood of the day. Last night Charles stopped by and the twins arrived. Miles has been in Australia filming Whale Wars on a boat for three months.
Youth and enthusiasm.
Meeting writers, first ad’s, lawyers and the like. Hanging out in obscure offices and community rooms. Have to be discreet here. Agreed not to write about any of it but I wanted you to know darling that I am safe and well and we are working hard to make things better for you.
The garden is desperate to be planted with vegetables. On Saturday we were in Santa Barbra and met a lively old lady with great looking baby tomato plants.
The goats need to be bought.
I dreamt about Jake again. Again, it was conciliatory. There are times that I wish I could share what is going on with him because I know he would love it. Isn’t that odd? Perhaps I am close to totally forgiving him? The last time we spoke was in July which means that we have not spoken for longer than we actually knew each other.
My NYC bf understands my predicament. It seems that we have all experienced mad love, crushing obsession and the like.
Do, if you want to, look at the DEATH AND LOVE IN PATMOS blog because, at your request, I have transcribed the diary entries.
Also, my current ARTIST TO BUY pick of the week is:
who opens tonight at the Josh Lilley Gallery in London.