We - Bea, Col and I - watched a... what would you call it? a piece of installation art at the Pallant Gallery today. It was by David Nash and called "Wooden Boulder 1978-2003".
He filmed the travels of a piece of tree trunk from when it was cut down (in 1978) to when it disappeared out to sea (in 2003). The boulder was travelling through a river and estuary in a wild and beautiful part of Wales, and it was magical to watch.
If you get a chance to see it, don't fail to do so.
I wonder where it is now. Perhaps Maurice the Mussel is sailing it somewhere, as I haven't seen him for a while.
The other wonderful thing in the gallery today was the children's art in The Studio. We were pulled in by a wonderful Rose window they had created and were held by the acrylic paintings. They were made to look like stained glass, with the most vivid, brilliant colours. They were beautifully composed. My favourite was the hand with blue nail polish.
Had it been for sale, I would have been unable to resist buying it, even though we don't have in inch of wall space left.