Masters tales · Miscellaneous


Don’t get me wrong… I moved 3 and a half years ago, but I left my workshop. The paints, pencils, artwork… everything frozen in time. But there have been problems. The workshop got a leak, there was a flood…
The artwork started to deteriorate. There was a mold that started to creep across the paper. Some I brought with me but there wasn’t enough room for everything so I left it.
Until now…
I have been married for 31 days. And finally we started stripping the workshop. All my stuff is now in the conservatory in boxes.
I cried as I packed it and I cried as I put it in the house.
I didn’t really understand until my mum said it was because it had no art home. She was right. I’m a creature of habit. I love my space and although I hadn’t used the workshop in 3 years it was fine. As if the safe space made it okay. I still had the workshop in my head. Now I don’t. We are about to put together a temporary one but still I am adrift.
My Asperger’s is taking a hell of a hit.
But the good news is that I am now going to be able to draw and write. Soon I’ll be myself again.
And the stories will start again…

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