This arrives today.

I'd assumed it was Waldrop's own cover art - of course not, it's Robert Motherwell! In my brain this is a perfect way to draw today together: a book of poems, my visit to la Louviere at Easter for the Motherwell exhibition, the vernissage tonight where I'm showing my eleven collages. There they are on a wall and creating a dialogue of sorts.

A tentative sense that - finally - things are beginning to take shape.