More Art

Went out last night to Marine Studios.  Interesting exhibition of art concerning nature, Tacey Kneale's insects - which I looked at with more attention this time.  She is the Lucien Freud of the invertebrate world!  Also some fascinating pieces from a museum design in Taiwan that Rick was involved in in the 80s.  Some beautiful bird watercolours, from a wip... and in the absence of a speaker Rick read a Stephen J Gould essay on size in nature, which was especially interesting as he used Romanesque and Gothic cathedrals as examples of how increasing size demanded different developments (to admit light) as an analogy with how bodies and organs develop, eg brain folding to make more surface area available (actually, I don't think he mentioned the brain, but it occurred to me). 

Kate very knackered - launching fab new china range - that should sort out my Christmas pressies this year...

Afterwards M and I went out - it was a lovely warm evening, with the usual spectacular sunset over Margate and a rising new moon - that perfect full crescent shape.  We had supper at the Belgian Bar - he had moules with the best frites I have had for a long time, I had the fish selection.  Very agreeable, although I wish they would get better wine.

Last night didn't sleep well, but did have another dream - this time that we were going to sell our house - but that we were sharing with Graham and Sam - and we had to agree a price.  We were at an exhibition, which showed part of the house.  A very enthusiastic couple came and said they'd like to buy it. For some reason we said £420, 000 but then realised they would have gone to £470K - so tried to persuade them that when they saw it they would want to pay more and that that was only a starting price.

There was a lot more detail, but obviously this is something to do with the business and Sam - not asking for enough.  Selling the house is very major.  Usually one's house is about oneself, selling it suggests a total upheaval.  What lies underneath is disturbing.  I feel quite melancholy, but M and I are amicable at present, although not enthusiastic.