She senses with some real trepidation that it’s nearly time for the Banksy print to be revealed. It really does seem like forever that it’s been lying there on the floor, in the corner of the dimly lit room, visible to her but never fully acknowledged. She is scared. The little Da Vinci print has pride of place on her wall and is so vibrant and clear and lucid and wonderful and colourful and energetic how on earth can she grow to love this Banksy? Is there enough room?..
Since those first few days after she’d taken delivery of this monstrous print she hasn’t dared to sneak a peek at it again, rather preferring to leave it wrapped in it’s by now yellowing bubble wrap to gather dust and just sit there. Some of those little bubbles have been burst too. She knows that one day, she will have to unwrap the print and put it on display for all to see. She’s not even exactly sure when that day will be but it is looking like soon. On that day she hopes her friends will endeavour to guide her into knowing what to do with it..
It seems that art is playing a huge part in her life just now. Joan Miro, Matisse, Kandinsky, Warhol, Da Vinci, Monet not to mention the Pantone Colour Chart! Now that is ace. All-singing, all-dancing bursts of colour, ideas and energy - wonderful. She likes it.. a lot!