If anyone sees my Will to Live passing by, will you grab it, smack its arse and send it home?

Be an artist, I thought ...
It'll be fun, I thought ...

I started at ten o'clock this morning with occasional breaks for lunch and sanity, but now, finally - close on two hundred prints are all inspected, tidied up, rebagged and relabelled ready for the summer season.



My eyeballs feel like they have carpet burns ...