This weekend is a 'home weekend', so school finished a bit early and a buoyant mood prevailed. I got the long-suffering Fourth Form to turn their poppyheads into maps. I wonder whether they're counting off the days until they can have ordinary lessons again. Things like copying Leonardo drawings.
The single square I've completed of my canvas didn't look as bad as I'd feared on seeing it afresh this morning, but still I didn't quite get around to doing any more painting. It was my own fault for putting it off until halfway through the afternoon, only to discover that it was time to go home as no-one had told me about the early finish. I wonder whether it's really possible to finish it in three more working days? It may be a crazy idea, especially for someone who has never painted before and isn't getting any tuition except for hanging around trying to hear Charley's advice to the Lower Sixth as they work away on their self portraits.
Meanwhile, I remade those seven ruined plates using the new candle wick purchased yesterday afternoon on a special mission (50 minutes drive from the school). Just how crazy can things get?
I discovered today that 1200 parents are expected to descend on the school on the evening of the private view. No, not specially to attend the exhibition … one of the biggest musical events of the year has been scheduled for the same evening. And they all have to pass the gallery on the way to the Sports Hall where the musical event takes place. Charley reckons that if we place a sandwich board strategically, indicating the presence of free wine, we should get a large crowd. Strange days.
