Now that I'm on the transplant list I don't open all my time thinking about it thankfully. I'm just getting on with things as usual. I've given pride of place to this little pink painting I did because the colours are so pretty. I've started few more pictures with pinks which is just a pleasing colour to paint with.
Apart from painting I managed to make it to the singing group where we sang this lovely African American spiritual:
Watch the stars, see how they run;
Watch the stars, see how they run;
You know the stars run down at the setting of that sun;
Watch the stars, see how they run.
Watch the wind, see how it blows;
Watch the wind, see how it blows;
You know the wind shall blow, when the sun's going down;
Watch the wind, and see how it blows.
Watch the moon, see how it glows;
Watch the moon, see how it glows;
You know the moon's gonna glow, when the sun goes down;
Watch the moon, see how it glows.
Watch the stars, see how they run;
Watch the stars, see how they run;
You know the stars run down at the setting of that sun;
Watch the stars, see how they run.
My painter this week is one of the original cubists Roger Bissiere:
Although I say I'm just getting on with things there is a sense of unreality; I can't quite identify with myself as somebody who's on the list for a lung transplant. It's the sort of thing that happens to other people. Anyway I am sure I won't be called this week and will be posting as usual.