Better late than never. We thought Dion would never arrive, but he made it. After a summer spent in Georgia and an extended layover in Wales before heading to Notts, he seems primed and ready to get working.Except for one problem. He has yet to unpack.
Baggage and boxes have exploded across his room, leaving a carpet of cardboard debris in their trail. A fortress of CDs protect Dion from future attacks by the post office delivery man.
Where to begin. He is one of those folk who just can't work in a state of disorganization, and yet there seems to remain some order to his disorder. He steps carefully, over a stack of Art Books, his hand disappearing into a file of mounted work. He finds what he is looking for as though the pile in his room follows a Dion-Dewy-Decimal System.
It is a photo of a girl, taken in Wales. Her costume is in the style of Mary Poppins, frilled umbrella and all and she is seated on the trunk of an elephant tree. The photo was printed in black and white but dyed with tea bags, an expression that screams of British fashion to me.
I am impressed by his work and curiosly I seem to suddenly thirst for a cup of tea. I leave Dion alone with his mess and head to the kettle for a cup of Earl Gray.
