MARCH 11th 2020

Dearly detested, my eternal enemies, and recent rivals,

I have caved in to peer pressure and created an instagram account. I even drew it for you so you could see it without having to go on the app. You can follow me here if you want, or if you don’t, I suppose that’s fine. Whatever. 

Yours wretchedly,
Rochelle Asquith

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There’s no roundup of art this month, for many reasons, involving a camping trip, lack of pens and ink, and a general feeling that August seems to have slipped through my fingers before I’ve even realised the month has started and now ended. This whole month has been like that feeling, when you get to 4pm and realise you’ve done nothing all day. Douglas Adams called it ‘Farnham’. (I’m still unsure as to whether Farnham is a verb or a noun, or a funny pun based on the Australian singer. Will report back as soon as I know.) And, to be honest, I’m not really sure what I’m doing with this website, or what I want to post on it. Anyway, this month hasn’t been completely fruitless. I have drawn some things, I’ve taken some time off and come back full of inspiration and all lovely things, and been asked to curate the first volume of a magazine. So that’s something. I have become hooked on Philosophy Tube, too, but that’s not entirely relevant. Here are some pictures of the ocean. Someone once said to me, “salt water is the cure for everything: tears, sweat, or the ocean.” He wasn’t trying to be profound but that phrase found its way into the part of my brain reserved for Profound Things like Oscar Wilde quotes and songs by Bon Iver. And that quote lives there too. I hope you’ve had the most wonderful August and will go on to have an even better September. This time next month there will be art!