Banana Skins for Mo Jupp: Sometimes life is funny The wholeness of an orange Before peeling it, the unpierced skin, the layer of pith, the segments enclosed, all perfect. But it’s unbroken, so how do I know it’s perfect? Because when I’ve peeled it previously that’s what I’ve found. I was looking at edges today. The way edges are made, the way I have chosen to represent edges. Selvedges, the edge of a weaving, the edge of a newspaper, not straight cut like the Pudsey Times but pierced with a small pin made hole and crimped. Once Mo Jupp said to me that a skirt on a woman was an edge, dividing the legs from the body. When I paint an edge it’s about separating the paper, the support from the layer of paint. Mo was from the old school. Old school potter. I went to meet him in my best charity shop dress. And felt like I was in his category of woman. Being young and agog. Not yet ready to think, not yet ready to have an opinion, a question. In my...