22.03 — A strange day A strange day — the day I was supposed to start walking. Three years ago today our mother left this earth while I was somewhere on my long walk. And ten years since the attacks in Brussels. Some dates just carry a lot. Meanwhile, a week of doing. My leg is slowly recovering from a pinched nerve — painful, and the anti-inflammatories are making me foggy, but I’m getting there. More importantly, Sybille l’atelier mobile is nearly ready, built with care and good company at Recyclart. On the 20th — end of Ramadan — I walked her home for the first time. Spring light, beautifully dressed people, for the end of Ramadan the city in full bloom. Good things are in motion: Zinneke preparations underway, confirmed participation in the Parcours d’Artistes Saint-Gilles, and friends came to see my work this week — which gave me exactly the push I needed. New start date: Friday 27 March. Can’t wait.
