Damien's Painting in my Living Room
Damien, who’s my dad’s wife’s son, and who I’ve known since I was about 8, suddenly turned into a fine young man – and then this year he appears to be turning thirty, which is a fact that doesn’t quite register, given what it means about how far through this mortal journey I must now be – amongst other talents, Damien is an artist.
He visited over the summer with some mates and noticed a wall that needed a painting and then before I knew it, look what arrived in the mail.
It’s beautiful. Just like him and I love it, and him.