When Alison asked me to curate Nola Studiola for September I was flattered and very intimidated by the previous wonderful posts. I did what writers do and sat down for many days, and threw up all over the page with whatever words and thoughts arose.
Eventually some themes emerged: books, words and pictures, what my writing roots are. In the writing of this I realized how crazy it is to spend my precious time clipping and filing. Especially other people’s artwork. Even if I stood at a table next to David Hockney and followed him stroke for stroke, his stroke would look like David Hockney and mine would look like mine. So best thing to do is be true to my particular voice.
And that’s what I’ve done here.