Summer slides into autumn. The days are getting shorter and darker, the nights much much longer.
I’ve been quite busy, clearing out a house, preparing work for the two final years at art school, preparing materials for upcoming events, fighting numerous battles with the System.
Charles the Bold is not a valid subject in contemporary art so I am keeping him at home, painting sketches of faded ancestors on paper instead. In the evenings I am trying to complete the puzzle of the family tree. It’s been a strange but compelling journey, involving murders, bastard offspring, famine and the Plague, crusades and dispensations, knights and peasants, dukes, carpenters and Italian bankers and a few drops of the Holy Blood. Currently I’m investigating a medieval woman named Sybille. I don’t know where it will end, ideally in Blois.