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The duck parade never fails to enchant.
Jack and his Avatarians. The dreamers. The illustrators. The story tellers. #twelveyearsold
Twelve is even funnier as he gets older. Twelve is getting better at having his photo taken, despite continual pleas for "just a smile". Twelve adores his friends. Twelve is kind and thinks of others. Twelve adores his cats beyond anything. Twelve has a dance style all of his own, and I can't wait to see him tear up a dance floor in a few years time. Twelve is compassionate and knows the power of saying sorry. Twelve is affectionate and really loves his sister. Twelve isn't sure about eating meat. Twelve still loathes tomatoes, but loves milk tart and drinks tea with a spoon. Twelve curls up in bed with us every morning and gives the best hugs ever. We love you, Jack. Happy birthday. xx edited to say that he hasn’t changed much since eleven!
My memories of living in America are minimal as I was really young. I do have three very clear ones, though. One is falling into the Potomac River (that body of water behind us) in Washington DC off a pedalo and the other is of the moon 🌕🚀landing on the 16th July 1969. I remember the apartment block we lived in and looking out of the window that day. The other one was eating fried chicken out of a 🍗🍗 KFC styrofoam tub in the back seat of my dad’s car! My mom reminded me of this photo taken outside the Lincoln Memorial where Gari used to copy my every single move. #siblings
An illustration that began a career. In 1959 my mum was 16 and at East London Tech. She won an art scholarship to study with Jack Lugg based on this pen and ink wash. Around the same time, she was also offered a recording contract to make an album. Can you imagine being sixteen and having to make a decision like that. She decided to sing. (.........deserves a book on its own) 20 years later she decided to start painting again and the rest is history. #familyofartists #familyofsingers
Smudge slept in my #AB gear 🌈