feeling bereft

My lovely friend Annika is moving to Australia, so sad. We went to her going-away party lat night in Finchley and she loaded me up with lots of useful art supplies she didn’t want to haul overseas. I spent awhile petting her flatmates’ curiously chilled-out cat who, while not wanting to be picked up, was quite happy to sit calmly on the sofa arm among thirty or so noisy people. Here’s a card I made for Annika, based on some trouser puppets and an exceedingly amateurish video we once had way too much fun making when we had a long day of gallery invigilating ahead of us.

Bye bye, Annika! (‘sniff’)