Tuesday, February 25, 2020


I've got a thrilling date on the 20th of March. It won't involve wining, dining, dancing or other forms of seductive entertainment associated with the word "dating".

However it will most definitely include expert inspection of and fooling around with intimate body parts as well as the consumption of mind-altering drugs.

In other words: I'm having a hip replacement operation on that date. Wish me a good time and happiness ever after.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020


I'm being harassed by my right hip which is now the wrong hip as far as I'm concerned. Not quite disabled but am getting on a waiting list for the hip-replacement op. Hard to be thrilled at the prospect of having an erzatz ball & socket joint inserted where my home-grown, long-standing mechanism has inexcusably decided to misbehave. Confidently declaring "I am an arttist and don't have time for this shit" doesn't seem to work.

So I'm going to post some retro self-promotion to prove to myself and anybody else who happens to pass by that I am indeed a lifelong artist-person with a lot of serious artstuff behind me and if my bodymindspirit as well as Whoever Is In Charge of it are willing, there's going to be a lot more artstuff from me still to come.

By the way, if any of you passing by over here can read Dutch please let me know. I'd like help to translate a couple of reviews that were in Dutch press at the time of this exhibition.

Monday, February 10, 2020

For A Song among British Library Treasures

To the British Library yesterday to sloat (see and gloat) at my For A Song displayed among their Treasures. Coincidentally my mother, Blanche, used to call me mon trésor. If that isn't foresight I don't know what is.

There it sits surrounded by other treasures in the contemporary Art of the Book display case. There are many magnificent objects in the whole room but the lighting is very dim, no doubt to protect fragile ancient volumes, and it was nearly closing time hence only a couple of photos. I will go back.

Sunday, February 02, 2020

Dear Christine exhibition opens at ARTHOUSE1 in London

The Private View of the Dear Christine exhibition at ARTHOUSE1 was packed to the rafters last night, no room to move but I managed to snap a few shots.  Many thanks to Fionn Wilson and to everyone who made this event such a great success.


Nothing to say about the event on 31st January, the headlines, the talking heads, the yelling, the boasting. Another sad day in history.

But this by John Crace is worth reading.

Friday, January 31, 2020


Thanks to my niece Selene Guerrieri for the preview of the celebrations which will be held in Matera, Italy on the 4th of February, birthday of my late brother-in-law Gerardo Guerrieri who was Selene's and her sister Indira's father and my sister Anne d'Arbeloff's husband.

Below is the first edition of Selene's book on Gerardo with my portrait of him (painted in 1958) on the cover. The second, expanded, edition is titled Un palcoscenico pieno di sogni (
A Stage full of Dreams).

Tuesday, January 28, 2020


Waiting to have my lowlights done in a local hairdresser I saw this photo of the Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama in a magazine and thought: why can't I be more eccentric?

 People who look and act eccentric are often famous and wealthy. Apart from our age, Yayoi and I have very little in common but I surreptitiously tore that page from the magazine and when I got home, fooled around in Photoshop to see if eccentricity becomes me.

Obviously not, unless I could be Harpo Marx.