Might as well be honest about the first thing most people wonder when they see my name written. No, it's not pronounced like you think. It's one syllable, pronounced "mayv."
You can call me "mayv" or "margot" - whichever you fancy.
Albert Camus said that a guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
I am in constant need of that confession. The medium through which I seek repentence is paint.
I don't view the internet as a very positive means of communication though it has become the cheapest way to chat with my far-flung friends and my brothers, so this is really for them and them alone. I simply prefer hugs to e-mails. Don't you?
