Late night studio
Late night in the studio. Dark. The swallows are sleeping. Maybe I am the only one here in this building. So peaceful in the room of my own. Nick Cave keeping me happy.
I don’t believe in an interventionist God,
But I know darling that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you.
If ever I was to get married I would have this as my sound track.
I guess I am married to my art. The pram I bought from the charity shop is in the corridor containing my imaginary third child.
Into my arms oh lord
I am low on energy its been a very long day. This day is almost the next day. Hendon bridge is sleeping with the swallows, heads under wings. Tucked up neat.
At last I am ready for tomorrow and the open studios, and wow how neat and tidy, tidy and neat my studio is. I could live in it, it looks so lovely
Close the window. Summer air closed out.
Last night I danced in the thunder and lightening and rain with my neighbours. We watched fork lightening flash as fork. It was beautiful. We rejoiced in the cooling downpour. I love that the weather bought us all outside. We stared in wonder.
There was a problem when I left the house this evening, an altercation, it does make me worry. My lovely Syd is a sensitive sole and I hate it when the man and the boy man come to blows. Avoid conflict, avoid conflict. Ignore, ignore, ignore. Calm, patience, resilience, forgiveness, perseverance.
Three minutes to the witching hour. I need to drive back to bed.