So I’ve relocated downstairs to paint. One day I’ll have a nice air conditioner or at least well-paid polar bears waving ice cubes, but until then, there are some days you just don’t want to be up here. Tin roof and me caught between the sun and the hot air rising…
There were people up here on the weekend, in fact quite a few people – for on Saturday I had my first ever Open Studio for the neighbours. It was a great dry-run for my exhibition next year. Sorting through my traditional 
paintings, swapping frames, hanging, working out prices… Don’t worry, my animal series wasn’t for sale – all of those bears and rabbits, dogs and cats, lions in smoking jackets and their friends are still safely prowling the studio awaiting their own opening.
Other than that – the Maker’s Market on Sunday was lovely and I’m really enjoying our new digs. The light and space is great. The Convent is gorgeous right now – the gardens are still green, the new gallery and shop are open (fantastic renovation of our old room) and there’s a cute new little Japanese restaurant that’s opened up between the Bakery bar and Lentils. Mmm.
So today… John Lee Hooker, some sweet jazz to follow, and three canvasses on the go (the tiger, the rabbit and the dog cafe scene). It’s one of the days when my work just doesn’t sound like work. You know? About time!
