No Tomatoes

It’s the afternoon here and the new guys are sketching. Occasional bursts of ideas waver among the contractors until apathy and lack of direction puts them off. Though this place is called work, idle it sometimes seems.

Mina and I have had a pumpkin, but its okay: no need to redecorate a room yet. Carrying it gently home last night, we spent hours, or at least twenty minutes, just staring at it from the sofa. We spotted it (ha!) in the gallery under the foot of Mori tower where we had spent the day surveying fish tanks and the work of the chap who designed Beijing’s Bird Nest. But it was the work of Yayoi Kusama that drew us in. I spotted (!) her work and Mina spotted (! –still funny) the printer’s proof of Pumpkin MT.  As typical net-savvy consumers, we scoured the internet for similar, but could not find; and besides, both looking at the painting, and both looking at each other, we knew it was time to commit. Not quite a ring, but to buy a piece like that is still meaningful. I was quite nervous yesterday when we bought it!

If you haven’t gathered, it, like so much of her, is dotty (the artist, not Mina) and the frame is divine. How richly it reclines upon my television. This may not be a restaurant review, but its the best food I've yet bought.