Clive has started a portrait of me. I’m lying with my head
nestled in the juncture of the arm and back of a black leather chair, and it is
not too bad, as far as sitting for artists goes. He’s only painting my head, so
I can move my feet around as I like, and really the only pain is in my right
shoulder and ear pressed deeply into the leather to keep the angle of my head
steady, and my right pinkie losing circulation. I spend the time thinking or not, and sometimes the crows doing aerobatics outside the window distract me. (photo by G. Pates)
Here's what we have for tea breaks:
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