The weekend, and this morning again, saw snow fall on our little part of Kent. A depth of white silence covers previously farrowed hills and smaller vegetable beds of swelling onion sets and next seasons garlic.
With the warmth of the studio I am able to look out and feel smug at the dropping temperatures. Like Canute I am abating the creeping low temperatures at the door by means of oil radiator, the life models friend the fan-heater and 10kw from my body heat. However the work is stubborn in it's curing parameters and I find some surfaces still wet. Not put off, rather wishing a chance of climactic conditions to cause accident or a eureka moment I make some gesso and commit to layering up some studio collection squares. The white surface of the gesso smothers the french linen as the snow does to the pebbled driveway. Boot prints, dog hops, skips and jumps to avoid long contact in the depths of the white stuff and bird toes are all the marks upon that surface I can see.
As I start to inscribe the surface of the gesso....
Will this or the wet work be ready for Friday? Invites still on offer for the Private View if you mail me or direct message me on twitter.
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