Turning Circles

After sharing some views of Vancouver with you all, I felt like sharing my favourite picture as well. No real reason, only all of this guy's artwork is round my room here, since I brought it all with me from England, and if I ever win the lottery I want to buy one of his originals. He is a Scottish former miner called Jack Vettriano, and ever since I saw one of his pieces in the Telegraph newspaper many many years ago (which I can't find a picture of as it's so old, and can only find bad reproductions of) I have been hooked.


This picture is called "The Letter" for obvious reasons, and it kind of echoes the original picture I fell in love with. It just captures a mood which I'm sure we've all been through at one time or another. It could be anything; a woman reading a letter telling her a doomed relationship is over, a woman hanging onto the past and wishing it was the present, or a woman reading a love letter and dreaming about the future. I tend to think the former, but you draw your own conclusions from pieces like this.

It has been a slightly tedious, but overall worthwhile, day. I spent $15 sending 10 Christmas cards to England and Italy (and have 14 more to send to England and the US), so apologies if some people don't get them. I am still debating over Xmas presents, but Denise and I plan to do a blitz this weekend. If people get impersonal Amazon or Gadget shop-sent stuff, I'm sorry! Postage here is expensive, but you know I love you really. I will bring many exciting gifts in February instead, promise...... I have also been jumping round my room to various songs, both good and awful (yes, you know which one, because you jumped around to it too....) because anything sounds fairly good when you haven't listened to it for a while. The 334 calls I have had to transcribe over the past few weeks are now down to 5, which should be done after a quick foray to the 7/11 for supplies. Hoorah! The downside was that the landlady cornered me for rent. Boo hiss.

Anyway guys, I hope you like the picture. Courtesy of Jack Vettriano.