art. house. mum.
It's been a lot of months of dreaming and thinking and planning... and finally we have a shed.
Half for art, and half for storage. I'm happy to share this simple space with our dear old caravan and I've been really enjoying bringing every box and armful of old artworks and art materials out of the dark spaces behind and under furniture...
Yesterday afternoon, as everyone else indulged in a long Sunday afternoon nap, I was able to sneak out of the house and immerse myself in an uninterupted painting session. I'm excited to show you the painting I finished... but not today... today is shed day.
As in our house, each piece of furniture we carted up to the shed has a story to go with it... who gave it and when it was given to us, or where it was rescued from. I'm working on making a workbench big enough to house my poor dusty printing press. And I'm halfway through making a rack to store my paintings on canvas. I'm making myself practice patience and trying not to just dig everything out at once and throw it into the shed in one fell (and very untidy) swoop... Patience has never been my strong point...
So, at the end of a very full day I am strangely glad that we haven't got power connected to the shed yet and I'll be forced to spend the evening in the house. Secretly I'm planning a glass of red wine and a bit of TV to ease the pain of three baskets loaded to the brim with washing to fold. At least it's clean!
What are you up to this evening?