"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2013."
Casper: Today you helped me take my work home from the gallery and fell asleep in your pram on the walk through the Swanston Street icy wind-tunnel. Then you woke up with an angry fever and wanted to cuddle all afternoon. Cousin Sammy came over and cuddled you too. We read you Mickey in the Night Kitchen and you fell straight into bed, cake-free and dried.