Mike, almost genuflecting...

From yesterday, in blip time,, I’m filling in holes created by the rifts in our new, viral world.
Now in real time, over a week later, there is a poignancy drifting through these back posts which I find strangely calming and unsettling in equal measure.
Here is my elder brother before a Hockney portrait, one of many in this prolific Old Master’s latest, inspiring NPG Show.
We had fallen into a rhythm of meeting every Wednesday, a mutually therapeutic glory for siblings who had spent many years disinterested in each other.
Now, back in realtime, with galloping lockdown in London, all that is on hold and we are left to find our own ways of adapting to this radically reduced new world.
Meanwhile somewhere, Mr Hockney is sketching, squinting, smoking...