The children are back at school, and there is no market today, before opening the door to the gallery, I finished the book I have been reading in the quite times and back at the Hotel. It was called “The New Philistines” and is an unusual take on contemporary art that made a great deal of sense, worth checking out if you haven’t read it.

Once the doors were open, there was a new occurrence, many of today’s visitors came because someone had told them to come. “My sister told me I should come”, “Rob said I shouldn’t miss this”, “Gillian said this was worth a visit”. The exhibition was now generating its own publicity by word of mouth, while this was completely flattering, it was a shame that it would be wasted, as the exhibition would be no more after tomorrow except on the website.

One of the things that has concerned me was that I no longer owned the paintings that had sold. I discussed this with Pheobe, an artist who came to visit, she advised me not to worry about it, as one day, someone would spend lots of time to bring them all back together again. That, I felt, was a supreme compliment, which completely removed any concerns I had about owning my own work.