that Verily, I became Norfolk's Most Unpopular Artist for last night. For lo, Robin did point out that he has to go out on Tuesday evening, also, so if there was to be any suspending of paintings , it would have to be then and there, or not at all. So, being me, I went for then and there, and had an evening punctuated by muttered curses, imprecations and other unpleasantnesses... but it was worth it! I now have ten pieces, strung and ready to hang. The photos prove it, lots of paintings, and a couple of textile pieces, one of which may seem familiar. Yes, I went with the four squares...but I do have another canvas, and another, single square to put on it. But I tried painting the background, and that seemed to work, so I cut some more squares, and came up with a second version. Not sure if I can legitimately call this a series, but hey...
So, just some admin to do, and I can deliver them happily to their destination, a little village called Bintree. I can say that with some certainty. This time yesterday, though, I was desperately hunting for the piece of paper that had the details on it, having spent a couple of weeks thinking, really must put that info in my diary... and of course, when I went to do so, I couldn't find it. There was a weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth....well, the tooth thing, anyway. There was an emptying of boxes and a clearing of tables. There was a phoning of friends, for commiserations and support...Sally even turned detective, and found an exhibit going on in the right area, with the right woman's name as curator....but the wrong church, as I discovered when I had a terribly civilised conversation with her. And she invited me to their private view, which can't be bad...
Finally, when Robin came back from Amsterdam, and before he started adding screws and D rings and who knows what to the paintings, he went methodically through my paperwork, and lo and behold, he did find the piece of paper I was looking for... Really must put that info in my diary now....
4 comments:
I*sn't your birtgheay this week?
That sounds familiar Marion. I am very careless with such things, but very well-meaning, and I always carry my Diary in my bag. Do I use it? No, unfortunately I never write important things down in it. I am always in a panic about these important things I forget to make a note of.
I'm glad you chose to do the 4 blocks to gether, it's lovely.
Patient methodical husbands are a blessing to we scatterbrained artists. :o) Mine is injured at the moment. His timing is less than perfect as we have to move house in three weeks from today.
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Oh it's today isn't it??? Your birthday I mean???? It must be because mine is Friday and I felt sure we were only two days apart. HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear friend. Big birthday hugs coming flying at your from the underside of the earth. :o) love Terri. xx
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