Friday, April 17, 2009
In the new studio I think of being alone.....
The hours I used to spend alone, I don't know why but I felt really busy.
The building of the cheeserie/bathroom continues I can't wait until we are back in boring quiet rythms ,nothing new happening, getting, having tea, breakfast, the kids jumping on the trampoline, going to daycare and school and.......blissfully alone in the studio. Quiet grey walls looking out into the yard, a view broken only by the chickens wandering back and forth.
And pots appearing in that amazing process where apart from a pleasant muscle ache letting you know it was all hard work you'd swear they just arrived smelling of wet earth on the potting board, cool to touch and waiting.
This wonderful animal has been wrongly named Madame Pompadour. Anyone who replies to this post with the title "I want a transvestite rooster" can win this useful prize!