An edge to the boundary: one lucky hundred

The artist is out on the town, well, locally speaking, and the children are gathered by the bright red sofa like kids at a bus stop on a Saturday night. There is a kind of sugary rebelliousness in the air at home tonight. Sweets are being chewed, ostentatiously, in open mouths. Shopping catalogues are perused, water sucked from neo-athlete's bottles. The children stare into each other's eyes with a kind of imagined elderly statesmanship. I should be laying down the law, but this is a treat for them, and they deserve it, just as it is for the artist, who deserves it. Besides, I encourage this kind of thing. Treats reward. Everyone gives it a go. The artist spent most of the day working outside on her mural for the school, and there’s not much I don’t know about going out that requires me out tonight. Strangely, I don’t feel like it at all at the moment. My idea of a good night out these days is a good night in. If I have to go out, it's going to a lecture or a talk or a book launch or concert. A year ago I would have laughed at that sentence. Indeed, it would have seemed like a sentence. I would have thought I had too much work to do, or too much social networking disguised as work to do, I should say. At the moment I have a good book. (A fresh and thorough look at the seeds which germinated into the war-zone.) Have I really had my share of bars? I don't know. I certainly haven't had my share of friendship. Friendship is very important to me. You can never get enough of that. I saw a very good friend today - a father again: another boy - and I saw a very good friend yesterday. Not that I don’t have something to celebrate myself. This is my 100th daily blog in a row without succumbing to the usual trend of goofy pictures. I don’t have links. Every blog has links. If I did, I think today's would be this one. Watch it. It is kind of relevant. But it does require sound as well. http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=nUDIoN-_Hxs? But I do still have a raison d’etre. And that is to see these blogs through to an exhibition for the artist, even if I am out of the country. She deserves it. The public deserve it. The art world deserves it. Just as acting is living truthfully under imaginary circumstances, art for the artist is truth made art. Talking of truth, the children are asleep on the sofa. The artist's finest work.