Gilded Splinters

We were all on good form this morning, my brother, my new friend the money spider and I. We all met up to see the Lee Krasner retrospective at the Barbican.

Brother was late, so I had a coffee outside by the lake, which is when the money spider landed from nowhere, on my egg-head.
He stayed with me all through the show, looking at each painting excitedly from his perfect vantage point on top of my head, only leaving when we left.

What a show! What an indomitable woman!
We were all thrilled by each barn-storming painting, individually, collectively, literally full of wonder.

Bless you Lee Krasner.