Day 0449

Watched Ibsen's A Doll's House on YouTube this morning then went off to life drawing, fitting in superbly with the motley crew of anglophones from the upper middle crust of self-satisfaction.

Traipsed around looking for somewhere to lunch with the art dealer, collapsed near the canal. Little energy to do anything other than let the world roll on and hand over more money than I earn.

Took the palette knife to the rotten portrait and spent half an hour scraping off layer after layer of useless accretions.