Anyway, so here I sit down to write a blog after a tremendous long while. It feels like such a luxury to have the time to type out my thoughts. This morning my husband walked the dog before leaving for work at dark o'clock, leaving me with a quiet, empty house and a couple of hours to kill before I make my way out to Charlbury to see an art publishing company about my work. They discovered me at the Art in Woodstock Festival, so whilst my inclusion in the Festival didn't result in copious amounts of sales (or any, for that matter), I did get noticed. Which feels great. I'm not exactly sure if they're trying to get me to buy their services, give me an opportunity to sell, or actually purchase any of my work - likely it will be a combination of all three options. They want to see a little bit of everything, so that's a good sign.
mention they're in perfect shape, so it seems a waste of energy to put them
through that process. So, my husband rescues these helpless little sleeves from
this fate and tucks them soundly into my studio. I then strategically measure,
score, and cut then bend and glue and voila! I have a box. I'm really proud of
the little monkeys!
intact. They had the foresight to protect the mosaics and built simple lean-to sheds to protect them from the weather. They lacked the foresight, however, to leave some things alone and either built on top of existing walls or capped them off. Ah well, their intentions where in the right place. Now the place belongs to the National Trust and they've just built this wonderful, state-of-the-art, humidity and temperature-controlled building to protect what had served as the main bath house and dining hall of the Villa. I'm sure in another hundred years our ancestors will be scoffing at our lack of foresight. So it goes.