Things have been quiet for a while, mainly due to a prolonged and somewhat traumatic house & studio move. After 11 years in the previous place, it’s amazing how much stuff one can accumulate. I (possibly) came up with a little joke to describe the experience:
What’s the difference between a Sculptor and a Hoarder?
The spelling.
I had pretty much grown out of the old place in terms of what I could do with my sculpture, and the owners / agents were in a habit of putting the rent up more and more frequently, while not doing any basic maintenance. Once I was out, I found rising damp in the bedrooms, in fact damage as a result of damp throughout the apartment. Strangely, sitting around in the empty rooms that had been my home for so many years, I felt nothing at all. No nostalgia for the place that had been my home for longer than any bar one of my family homes.
That said, now I’m settled into the new place, and slowly sorting everything out, I’ll be able to start talking about it. It’s a small warehouse, about 15 minutes drive further away from the centre of town that I was previously. Once it’s set up, it should be an extremely productive space, in which I can sculpt, photograph and draw.