At least I can now save my blushes.
The sculptor whose work so transfixed my gaze for such a long time in Melbourne
is Antony Gormley. I am now a signed-up member of the Gormley group
on Flickr and, if courage does not fail, I may be tempted to add him to
my Friend's list on Facebook.
The brashness of public life has been much on my mind in the past week.
The break from writing here gave me a taste of the life I led in PD (pre-digital)
days, when chatting in gardens with new acquaintainces and calling in, unannounced,
on old friends was the norm. I have a theory that the recession should mean that
more people will stop working themselves into a frazzle and just spend more time with
Let's hope I am right...