Canasvieiras, forest being cut down, oil on card, 18 x 18 cm SOLD
It feels as if Summer has finally arrived. I score off the days until fly to New York: exactly thirty-one.
I feel extremely bored and frustrated here. I mis-planned the year. I should have organised a trip for late June to maintain my morale. But I was worried about money, and felt that I should knuckle down to teaching. Perhaps I had also felt that the last trip wasn't a tremendous success, and that more trips weren't really the answer my general condition of ennui.
Well, rotting on this damn island certainly isn't either.
Enough self-flagellation, I shall try to be more directed in 2016, and book the flights to Chile and Peru as soon as I am able.