Dear friends,
I hope you’ve been well?
I heard that one of the days last week was hailed as the bluest of the year. I think they meant sad, not rude or azure. Wouldn’t it be great if we truly knew that the worst was over? I really like that idea.
All’s well here in Brighton. The sea is wild, the wind fantastic and the rain is bountiful. Life is full of greens and browns. In my local park the early bulbs are getting trampled almost before they’ve started growing. Hiding there in the mud where multitudes of dogs run free and squirrels forage, those precious shoots get nibbled or squished. But in a few weeks’ time I know I’ll see a confetti of purple and yellow beneath the trees. Tissue-soft snowdrops will nod their dear little heads in gentle breezes against all odds, and soon the scent of wild garlic will fill the air.
And it’s time for us all to bloom again, following the seasons. I know so many people yearn for the light long days of summer but I don’t yet feel ready to let go of the cold and dark. I love my hats and scarves. Getting cosy with candles and a fire. Enjoying the early nights. I always get a bit grumpy when the days get longer. I don’t like change.
But in the land of Mustard there are some big changes coming (and if I can find the money and energy I
I’ll be back with news of a small originals show and studio sale. But for now, I’m deciding on new directions. Sometimes life leaves us a bit trampled upon. Some things are lost forever. Some things change and grow. Sending big loves to you, wherever you are,
Sam Toft
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