Rummaging for quite another image this morning i found this one from december 2005.
i have no idea where i was, or who the people in the background are, so (because i cannot ask their permission to publish) used the fabulous #davidhockney#brushesapp to scribble over them. my apologies to whoever you were.
the image tells me that twelve years ago i had whiter teeth, less ink and more hair; and was doing something with leaves and felt on a table that was much too low.
i can’t do much about the teeth , and i want more ink (not less) and happily my hair is nearly back to that length, though streaked with silver these days.
whatever it is i am wearing is much the same as i have on today...camouflage grey is a perennial favourite.
and it’s the earliest digital record i have of me teaching ecoprinting :: prior to then most of us were still using film.
it astonishes me to think how much the whirled has changed in my lifetime. i used to think that my grandmother had seen some remarkable things :: coming from a country (and era) where horses were the main transport (apart from your own feet), and experiencing the russian revolution first hand (as a schoolgirl) as well as the first and second world wars, and becoming a seasoned air traveller late in her life.
what next, i wonder...