go a half year war crisis Art gracefully to a close. The battle is on the whole, beaten (though not all the skirmishes have been resolved) and the dust settles slowly. I have a party with the death of art played chess for my life and, if not won, so you at least not lost.
on the walls of my living room hangs a small private exhibition with eleven book illustrations from medium sized pastel works, of which half has already been reserved. A book on my hard drives waiting eleven fairy tales on the last cut of the final proofreading. In close proximity eleven long pieces of music waiting to be mastered through metamorphosis. Veni vidi creati and he saw that it was good. I am a shit now if it is at someone, it's the best thing I could give and also the best I've ever done.
Strange, why do not I feel empty, but fulfilled and strengthened? Better not to think about it, moment linger.
Meanwhile, I design with one hand a new Adversus merchandise collection, the other hand forced digs (Everything you'll never forget!) By the ancient depths of the record book art. Would you know what "widows" and "orphans"? These are errors in typesetting, especially for the event that the first or the last sentence of a paragraph by a page move to the previous or next page have slipped that the flow of reading, however unpleasant interfere. The printer says that the widow does not know where it comes from, not the shoemaker's boy knows where he is going. Always on the kids.
