Gloria

Yesterday felt a little as though I'd gone back to primary school, we'd brought 5 random objects, with no idea what for. First we drew them, but with things like twigs or stones, or left-handed, then with eyes closed having looked at them for a minute, then charcoal in 1 hand and a colour in the other, then 2 objects in different colour at the same time.
The next brief was to make a figure from the things. I had two polished stones, a paper dragon, the latex liner from a computer keyboard, buttons and a seed packet, purple beans Laura gave me last year. The beans were good, and the purple is a nod to Wendy Cope's lovely poem.
Gloria was going to be a ballet or can-can dancer, as suggested by the dragon's frilly body, but her head was from the latex and turned into a skull, so Gloria is a ghost, haunting the streets around the Moulin Rouge, after years of dancing, fading into debauchery.