My neighbour flouts regulations and says ‘hello’ as I walk by.
Memories of Outside…
From a red notebook: “The glare here is unbelievable”.
Altea, Spain. 1997
I can see something in the social distance…
July 2020.
I don't remember drawing that…
From a big, red note book. Florence Italy, c1997. Whispy dogs on paintings.
I don’t remember drawing that…
Dateline: Elba, Italy. 24th April, 1997. From a big, red notebook. “Today the weather is not so good on Elba. It’s overcast and cold and the wind is strong. Yesterday, I washed all my clothes at once which is a bad idea because you can’t go outside. I also thought I’d lost my money belt with both passports and 200 FF. This would mean going to Rome to the consulate then waiting forever to get a new passport. We went to the local store to buy some wine and Gina found the belt in her own bag. Phew. It’s raining now, a bit cold too. Last night they had fireworks over Portoferraio – couldn’t really see them due to the fact I had no clothes to wear out, so just enjoyed the flashes from the horizon. I’d like to sit in the hot sun this afternoon and go for a walk away from the hotel.” I don’t recall it being such a dull trip, but I must be mistaken.
I don't remember drawing that…
From a big, red notebook c. 1997.
The little yellow god…
Man admires the yellow idol at the Victoria and Albert Museum c.2009.
Same notes, but different…
In recognition of new premises, the Notes to Self section of this website has now moved to Instagram. Look out for them @profuselyillustrated.
There won’t be any movement,
Excellent news…
This is the sort of news one likes to read first thing in the morning.
I don't remember drawing that…
From a notebook c.1998 (a book about the work of milliner Philip Treacy)