đź“– 7 Books in 16 languages đź“š including: How To Change The World A Modest Book About How To Make An Adequate Speech.
I have secured a red dot
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I got some terrific replies to yesterday’s email. Thank you for being so kind, and funny, and wise. ​ I’ve done a lot of the things I need to do. Other things will simply have to remain undone. I’m taking the pictures to Burgh House shortly, where I’ll probably write a description of them all by hand and stick that on the wall too. I may make some videos, probably for my Instagram, but who can tell. ​ Great NewsThis morning I received a Whatsapp message from K., a reader of this newsletter who evidently has impeccable taste, asking about the availability of one of my pictures: I sent back details, and this happened: I simply can’t tell you how much confidence this gives me, before I even turn up at the venue to hang the pictures. Here are the details again: ​ Magnolias of HampsteadVenue: Burgh House, New End Square, London NW3 ​ ​ THANK YOU EVERYONE for your kind wishes and thank you K. for that first red dot on the wall at Burgh House, beside “Golden Hour Magnolia". JPF ​ ​ |
John-Paul Flintoff
đź“– 7 Books in 16 languages đź“š including: How To Change The World A Modest Book About How To Make An Adequate Speech.
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Sorry, I know it’s COMPLETELY unacceptable to send out a newsletter just 15 minutes after the last one - but the fact is that I’m feeling really nervous right now. I’ve got 24 hours to get all my magnolia pictures together - I keep remembering new ones. Then decide which ones to show at the gallery - private view is TOMORROW - and which ones to leave out. I need to make a list of them all, with prices, and write something about "Me, The Artist”. Then make printed copies of it all to hand out...