Good day yesterday. First up I had a meeting with my writing group: there's something about being with like-minded people that is always über invigorating, but this was a particularly good meeting. We are readying ourselves for a performance of our work at the Wigtown Book Festival in September and it's getting exciting. We will be performing work written in response to the sculptor Elizabeth Waugh who turned 80 earlier this year and is still as prolific as ever. She is incredibly inspirational: strong as an ox, sharp as a scalpel, and highly skilled. You may remember (those of you who were around then) this picture of her garden wall that I did a post on some time ago. I love this wall.
So we discussed how best to present our work: just standing up and reading is a bit boring and rather short-lived, we want to give the public something more, something to engage with on another sensual level, like Liz does. Her work is all about the body, both human and animal, and is mostly bronze which she encourages people to touch: it's all smooth, cool, curves and hollows if you close your eyes and just feel.
I went into the meeting with a few ideas and came out with a bundle, bursting with enthusiasm, and starving. So I phoned Stevie and asked him to meet me in our favourite local café for a bite on my way home. He had a baked potato, but I had this:
after which I was ready to get on with some work.