I did not sleep well last night. Tomorrow'sw mediation has been on my mind. I must go forward,e ven though I am about to face three lawyers with impeccable credentials - they know what they are doing, they have achieved much, and they look very, very smart. Well, better go out swinging, even if I get squashed like a bug.
All I have accomplished is grocery shopping (yesterday) and laundry (today). Not even been able to get anything added to this blog.
A thing I read and saved in my drafts:
Artists, Siblings, Visionaries by Judith Mackrell review – the remarkable lives of Gwen and Augustus John (The Guardian)
Today, we take Gwen John’s posthumous triumph over her brother for granted. While “Gus” – as he was known in their childhood in Tenby, Wales, and to her always – was toweringly famous in his lifetime, portraitist of Lawrence of Arabia and James Joyce, he’s dust now. Growing up in Wales, I liked his portrait of Dylan Thomas on the cover of a biography: curly-haired, baby-faced, rebellious. I didn’t have any idea of the story behind it. As Mackrell relates, Augustus began a relationship with a teenager, Caitlin Macnamara, which she would come to see as abusive, punishing him by having a very physical flirtation with Thomas in front of him. Soon afterwards, she married the poet. Guilty and confused, Augustus would leave money in his coat pockets for the penniless couple to steal.
A reminder of how the fortunate can never be safe. Reputations shift, even lost.
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