Blue skies, sunshine and warm.
Grey skies, windy and cold.
Blue skies, sunshine, warm.
Snow.
I admit that I’m a bit of a rubbish weather girl. I don’t predict weather system behaviours, I just talk about what the weather’s been.
Hot, dry, snow.
The soon disappeared hot snap earlier this week caught me by surprise. The following cold patch was likewise a shocker. The heat today is just plain confusing.
It may be my one truly English trait, constant disbelief at the state of the weather.
The weather combined with the stolen hour last weekend has given the studios an odd ambience this past week.
House M couldn’t concentrate, I know because he has wandered past to tell me regularly. GorJus found it difficult to focus on changing the face of contemporary art, extreme periods of activity and angst have been interspersed with flumping in my Dad’s chair exhausted.
Meanwhile on Monday I took possession of the dick table top. I’ve spent the week planning its transformation while working on actual work that didn’t require the full range of my brain.
The table top was free. I have, however, spent tons of money on the means to make it over in line with my vision for it’s future gorgeousness. Hours have been spent cutting images from magazines and books. It’s a labour of love and all useless unless I get a bigger studio as the big dick table won’t fit in my current space. It’s currently on end in my enormous cupboard.
Let’s see if next week is more settled, after the predicted snow that is.
fat tart 