Sunday, September 27, 1981


My intention to work didn’t materialise until late in the evening when I finished my art essay on political and social change in art, concentrating on the Constructivists and Suprematists. I found it all highly complicated! Weather wise, it was rainy and cold.

I watched Ken Russell’s superb film about Tchaikovsky, which was horrific in parts, especially Glenda Jackson’s asylum scene.

No comments:

Google Analytics Alternative