This is one of my most recent full-frontal mechanized assaults on the noble and esteemed science of aesthetics. The portrait is of Harriet, who I met when she was 15 (and I was 40), and who I watched grow up into a self-confident and remarkable person.
At the time I met her, Harriet went by the nickname “Grey”, which had been given to her because — as she would say — she was “half Polish and half West African”. That is, half-white and half-black, hence grey — and hence one reason for the greys in the painting.
Wonderful piece Paul
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Thank you so much! I’m glad to hear you like it!
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I did – and have missed you being around.
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That is so kind of you! Thank you so much!
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I’m guessing that’s why you disappeared; you were distracted by your art. A worthy calling, when it produces work of this depth and calibre.
You are doubly forgiven for your absinthe absence.
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That went wrong – it was meant to say “You are doubly forgiven for your
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Thank you for the compliment and forgiveness, Jane, but I fear a proper respect for human decency forces me to vow to hold your pun against you. Most likely for years.
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Once a pun a time saved nine.
Before you ask – no, that sentence doesn’t make any sense, but for some reason, whenever anyone mentions puns, that’s what runs through my head.
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