North France among Cubans

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This, I am afraid is one of those days during which I can attribute my langoriousness to fate and a matter of circumstances. There is no gas, alas no espresso, and thus here I sit, under an oak tree, of the Anthony Calder Residence in the sun, letting the green Loire paysage table dance upon and around this wooden bench....

Grand Lapin((big rabbit)my pet name for rabbit-faced manager of the residence), who I yeasterday befriended by feeding him the head and brains of a less fortunate and much more real lapin, has just come to purr his moring greetings, and sends his regards to you......

Yes, im still in France, against my inertia, and a thousant stress spiders that where runing in the bloodstream yeasterday, trying to make me feel guilty about missing my favourite London event Fireze, opening of my group show in London, in order to stay in France and make some work....

I painted and compleated 5 1.5x1.5 portriaits,I dont think Marco has ever seen any one make so much work in a day, and he kept trying to stop me, his own watercolour will be still en-course 2 days later. But it was not a matter of commpetition, it was the need to justify to my self why I had to stay in this state of mushroom picking, forest roaming, rabbit in hunting sauce &fromage de chevre manging,bordoux &chinion vine drinking ....

I have become the mama of the house, and the only day I had refused to make diner out of need to paint, they, managed to fill up the entire sink with cooking equipment, use up all the gas of our huge cooker, having to resort to making a real fire in the fire place , burining out the hair dryer, finaly to construct...

wait for this...

an omlette!

And this is why I have no coffe today.

And as the house on the inside is entireley wooden, I kept having thease night mares about tractors, and each time id wake up I remembember the tractor noise is just the snoring,..oh my, and every one of them, has a different angle on it. Dago is a sonambulist, and throws things on to the floor, heavy things, right above my head, as I try to get to sleep,...

Dago's Cuban aunt visited the other day, an told us a story of her brother

Her brother,Dagos uncle has had sex with a chiken!

One night he slept in the chiken house and could not resist the temptation of the feather seductress!!!,(taking Tracey Emins art metaphors literaley) .

Any way, thease days we are spending on photoshop, with projectors, and making expencive large pieces of paper. It is asstoundig, I have never seen, a studio this large , made of glass, or with ceelings so high. We are sorrounded by forest, looking out to the country from every angle, and every now and then you can hear the TUP of the bird caught inside, hitting it's head against the glass, again, still refusing to use the door....