Sitting in the long large cement floored white walled studio, I contemplate its emptiness. One of the double glazed windows has flaws so that if I nod my head, the straight red line of the flat roof opposite goes into a wave and then disappears. This occupies me for quite awhile. A mirror has been brought for me to hang in the kitchen living part. I am amazed at the difference it makes to reaffirm my sense of self. Now I see that it wasn't only the inability to pay for a model that prompted all those self-portraits. I am beginning to settle in.
