Got caught in the rain when queuing for the toilets, a German behind me leant forward with an umbrella and sheltered me and one ahead. You are all ready wet why rush home, take shelter under a tree what is the probability of electricity?
I knew the last thing i wanted to do was buy a print from Keith Gretton, i looked at it yesterday. I bought something from him last year. I got to the marquee and it was packed with rain dodgers who were reluctant to let me in although i was already soaked.
I offered a weak but true opening gambit, i don't seek shelter i'm already soaked, there is something i would like to buy. Just as the heavens opened up, so did the crowd and i was allowed though like the truth cuts though a lie; like a hot knife melts butter.
I didn't buy one by Keith but one by his son Mark. I noted it yesterday and i thought if it is still unsold on Sunday you can make a firmer decision about it.
It was the least worst option in my price bracket, if i can get away with saying that.
I liked the colours and thought i saw something about the Park in it. It was not until i got it home that i realised it is called "Flood Plain".
What can be more apt than that?
When the storm finished i left the tent long after the others and my bag, offered to me as a convienience by the capitialsist system as part of the purchase of an Aloe Vera (non medicinal branch) which i unthinkingly accepted as a socialist, the same way a child would take poison if offered by a trusted adult, burst like the clouds above.
I found comfort in the CND tent. I asked them for plastic, they gave me bin liners to carry my plant and protect my print.
The candle is mine as is the print and the plant, the note book with hand made paper and the Bee Urban soap are presents.