This is a beautiful self portrait of my cousin, one of the world's best known impressionist painters. I taught her all she knows and am a much better painter, but to save embarrasment, I let her do her doodles without adding much in the way of guidance. The pose is mine though. Everyone knows that, especially in The White Hart in Whitechapel, where I cause amusement and much happiness amongst the patrons as I dance along the bar in this patent and copyrighted pose of mine just before last orders each night.
It's difficult catching the mens eyes as I tiptoe through the beer pumps, but it does bring me a certain cachet amongst the most discerning of the clientele, some of whom throw coins and other offerings into my decollage as a way of saying that they appreciate the beauty and sense of art history to their evenings.
Sometimes an art lover will offer me a sweet token for some all night tuition in the mysteries of art history and the role of women in contempory impressionism. Usually they are so interested they offer me embarrassing amountsof money to show them my impression of a hotel maid or schoolgirl.
I indulge them. It makes them happy and appreciate the finer things in life.
It gives me purpose and does no harm.
It would have been quite enough having to deal with the Special Branch PR Unit on it's own. But of course I wouldn't have had to. Exactly what Special Branch officials opposed to my research needed, was for a small pack of stalking abusers to make false allegations about me which they could massively use as a lever to discredit me. In fact, they were fairly desperate for anything to use. And The Met are attempting to do exactly this.
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