There's the same skylight window and the rush of the occasional passing train.Right now I can hear a cluster of seagulls cackling away and if I lean back in my chair and look up, all I can see is sky.
The dust is still falling since the workmen were here two months ago - they came to my front door on the first day armed not only with the usual builder's tools you'd expect but also with heavy, long handled axes.So they got to work, first chopping and bashing, then scooping and throwing, then hammering and sawing and finally smoothing and sweeping.Now I have a new room to write and make music in.
When looking through some boxes deciding what to unpack and what to stow away under the eaves, I discovered an old tube of printing ink that I bought in Galway in 1988.I know this date is accurate because I have a print hanging on a wall down stairs that I made with that very same ink and the date in the bottom right hand corner of the picture is 1988.The picture is of a man running through a forest trying to change into a bird.
So I decided to unscrew the lid and see if it was still good.
It was.After twenty four years.Wow.
In the box was a roller and some blades (not rollerblades, mind you) so I thought I'd try and
see if I could make a picture.
I made a few in fact.
Here is one...
It's a man in a room next to a window with a water tower outside.
I think the man has wings.
See you soon.
AC
