And its chaos.
I'm packing boxes, painting the inside of the house, cancelling existing wifi, ordering new wifi, having couches recovered, ordering movers, cancelling amenities, fielding three water leaks in one day, plus plumbing problems and painting furniture - all whilst trying to complete painting orders :(
My studio, which is covered from head to toe in paint - ceiling, floor and walls - is now going to be a study.
I was hoping to close the door and ignore the years of paint abuse....
Some boxes packed.
More to do...
"It's not about the bike"
Stolen from Lance You Know Who
I had a bike once.
It was stolen (along with the extension cord for the deepfreeze). I thought it a direct message from God. Clearly I wasn't meant to have a bike.
No more cycling for me.
Reading a book is just fine too....
Painting cyclists was always about the movement. The light. And not about the bike, the detail or the sport. But maybe now its about the freedom. The freedom to bugger off into the distance and enjoy the fresh air during covid?
Voyages in the Wind...