A fine downy layer of frost collected on me as I travelled to the studio this morning.
My Dad had been in yesterday, working his magic, adapting the old drawing table to accommodate one of the canvases. Last week he made a ‘lean to' easel from three bits of aluminium sliding door runner.
By shutting myself in (dragging the drawing board behind the door) I can now work on all 5 pieces – and at roughly the same height. Last week I was fiddling around with scale drawings to try and get a feel for how the pieces might relate to each other in the space, now I can work with those relationships as the paintings develop.
