As I mentioned briefly in March, I’ve forayed into the visual arts for the first time this year. I have a faint echo of a self-image – lingering from adolescence I suspect – as hopelessly, lopsidedly verbal, too clumsy for the physical world, whether it’s in gross or fine motor, even though it hasn’t strictly speaking been true for some time. But visual aesthetics were definitely totally new to me till I plonked down money for watercolour supplies at Art Friend in January this year. It’s been a deeply rewarding journey learning new skills and ways of thinking, even as I’ve also hurtled a little wildly between attempts and media. Anyway, all of this is just a preamble to my (probably unreasonable) excitement about having recently acquired some pastels and tonight produced some fuchsias. I’m quite sentimental about fuchsias.