I've been back in England's green and pleasant land for nearly a week, but it feels much, much longer than this, and I think it has mainly to do with the density of happenings and movements over the last five days; the returning to routines you haven't touched in months feels disjointed, awkward. How do some people slip so easily between existences, between continents? Surprisingly (or not surprisingly), work has been one of the most reassuring elements.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
I wait, ever so impatiently, to hear more from the publisher about my desired endpapers and the back cover of the book (it's only been a week, my impatience is in no way justified). In the meantime, I'm keeping myself more than occupied with some more things for the Goethe Institut, another illustrated map of food for Jodi Ettenberg, who is magical, tax admin and polite email yeses and polite email no thank yous.
Below is a small before-colour piece of one of the illustrations in Eating the Sun (probably one of the more imagery-only-half-rooted-in-reality ones, for obvious reasons).
A QUOTE:
Because I have been thinking a lot this week about how an utterance, a sentence, can weigh heavy on your chest for a long time after another person has closed their mouth back up.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
Osma Harvilahti's photographs of fishing in Japan.
I think that will do for now.
The end.
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