Shalford Mill

A couple of days ago we were walking below Shalford Mill on the river banks, It was lovely, a picnic and a good friend with us; just about perfect with hardly any mud at all to contend with.

I have started another boat sculpture, this one is a fun one, and is an imaginary dingy which a young lady typist would have with her on holiday, that is if she found difficulty in leaving work behind. I have spent the last forty-eight hours or so making her typewriter out of paper; it is about an inch cubed in size and has been slightly challenging to construct. I did the typewriter first as I knew that it would be the most tricky part of the work to construct. It all sounds crazy and it is, but I was offered an exhibition in the new year a couple of days ago, with a particular request that I included a couple of my boat sculptures in it. So at least a fun one and a serious one must be exhibited.

So now I will undercoat (paint) the typewriter and then a terrible annual event will continue. Liz insists that the studio is spring cleaned at least once a year. Yesterday my desk was completely stripped naked, washed down and repainted. Today all my book shelves are being washed down. The studio being cleaned is one thing and that's ok, the hard bit is finding everything again. Everything is slightly out of place.

See you soon.