Friday, 9 August 2013


Why on earth did I decide to paint a horse-fly?  Out of a kind of superstition in fact. One day, as I was setting out to walk round the estuary in Newport, Pembrokeshire, one settled on the inside of my wrist and started to have its lunch. Quick as a well-trained Girl Guide, I brushed it off, sucked the spot and spat enthusiastically. Despite this, I developed a large, hard, red swelling that looked unsightly for days. I though the way forward would be to create an image of the insect and flick at it to act as a deterrent by proxy. This technique has worked and the little menaces are now eating someone else. I hope it isn't you but, if it is, you know what to do.

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