The pictures at the Tate art gallery were taken over a year ago
so please don't expect me to remember the titles, or who they were by. In the photo on the right, I am the figure in camouflage top. I enjoyed staying still for quite a few minutes, my presence changing the piece temporarily. Some people came to look at the sculpture and left, not realizing a human had become part of it.
Now I am going to leave you with a few words by George Bernard Shaw.
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose you
consider a mighty one, the being a force of nature, rather than a
fevirish, selfish clod of ailments and grievances complaining that
the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
I did want to talk some more about stuff, but my son has just rang to ask me to go and pick him up early, so off I go. Maybe I can do an evening post. Peace and love to you all, pass it on.
Your bro Peter
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