JUST JODY

A bit about Just Jody

I am an artist specialising in oil painting with my bare hands & using the canvas as my palette.

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My Story

We drive through golden, tree lined avenues, with the sun flickering through the impossibly green leaves, a furious breeze rushing through the open windows, making my eyes squint almost shut. We are nearly at the village (I know not the name, nor the location, apart from it being ‘somewhere in France’) where we will stop for a long lunch.

“What do you call a cow in French?” I ask, hoping eagerly to turn the conversation away from converting kilometres into miles. I can see my dad’s brain ticking, trying to turn my question into a joke. “Une vache” my sister utters nonchalantly, my dad’s moment lost.

“So, we’re 60 kilometers away now, how many miles is that Jo?”  My mum has read me like a book and she is determined that I will not be another statistic or a maths drop out kid.  Although it has been explained to me 10 times a year, practically (I am convinced) from birth, I still cannot remember if you times by 5 and divide by 8 or the other way round. Since I failed altogether to acquire the memory gene, I have still not memorised my times tables (and at the ripe age of thirteen, I am not holding out much hope).  Therefore, I manage to calculate that I will probably be eating crème caramel by the time I know how many miles away we were from it in the first place.  I start counting half-heartedly...

... “A vash! Dad! Pull over! I have to get a picture! Ah, that’s a great one!”I cry out in excitement........

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