the biggest thing is that my grandad died. he was 90 years old, and had a long and happy life. he passed away in my grandma's arms.
the funeral was lovely, over 200 people came, and i got all sorts of reminders about what is actually important in life... we miss him.
i've moved into a flat with my two lovely sisters, close to both my studio and work. so my legs are not getting as much cycling, but it saves alot of time! and it's great living here. please come visit.
also, before i left the States, i got a little tattoo. it's from a drawing by Ardeshir Mohasses, an Iranian artist/cartoonist. when my grandma saw it, she paused for a while and then said "... well, it's the inside that counts." but i really like it.