Dear Petra

Vimco had to work on Saturday, so I had the place to myself. I got up early and printed off all the record covers for the small run single .. I'm printing them on cheap 'newsprint' paper in different colours. I trimmed each one down into a square with a scalpel blade, then put them into a plastic sleeve backed with another stiffer cardboard sleeve. When they were all done, I put them in a large box and addressed it to the label guy in California.

A thaw had set in. Gentle sunshine left awkward blobs of ice on the pavement. I carried the box down to the post office in F-Park, I walked past the boarded up mosque, and around the back streets to the hairdresser. I'd never been down these streets before. Average well kept Victorian streets. On days like this I do actually feel like I'm still alive, from Monday to Friday I feel like I'm frieze dried. My life; on a tube train, in front of a screen, walking down Brownstock rd, all on auto pilot, always the same. I like Victorian streets, I was born in a Victorian suburb, and the architecture is comforting to me.

After my hair cut I went back home to drink tea and work more on my sculpture, I made another cast, the resin is warm when you take it out of the mould, like freshly baked bread.

Despite being sadder and more depressed than I've been in over ten years, creatively I'm busting at the seems. It is this that is keeping me going.

I'm sorry we spent such a short time at your show on sunday. Vimco said it was too hot and stuffy for his cold there and went walking off. The paintings looked great. Perhaps I should have stayed and been socialable. I felt guilty because I hadn't been looking after Vimco. He always looks after me when I'm ill. I bought him bubble bath and cough sweets from the health food shop, and we walked back home across the park.

ms gunn