In the run up to Brazil, as the days have got shorter and colder in London, every Monday I’ve been going to my friend Flan’s house and sitting in her beautiful attic studio, surrounded by canvases and beautiful smears of paint. She’s been painting my portrait.
After four weeks of delicious coffee, chatting, dozing in the winter sunshine: a portrait. Paint on canvas and: me. Now slotted into the pantheon.
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