I was going to write today, St Andrew's Day, on the iconography of St Andrew.
For I've had a really hard two weeks and I'm not really yet in the mood to return, at length at least, to the political fray.
So nothing better than to divert in to more aesthetic pursuits.
Except that I knew in advance the painting I would finish with. In pursuit of which I found "accidentally" the wonderful critique of it to which I will link in a minute. And I thought what a wonderful thing the internet is. That someone I will never meet, thousands of miles away, can express my own thoughts exactly. Brava Anna Vitz. Ti amo.