sleep. sleep. sleep.
by day five, i was tired. of sleeping.
health. one of those things you appreciate
too little too late.
|Interior (my room) (1933) - Olive Cotton|
this week was a write-off.
cancelled plans. felt guilty about not being at work.
but then. it could have been worse.
dear world. i'm back.
I first came across the work of Olive Cotton (1911-2003) at the Art Gallery of NSW (see here for more pretty-ness).
appeals to my love of light and shadow.
and the everyday.
|Tea cup ballet (c. 1935) - Olive Cotton|