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August 24, 2007
When I’m cleaning windows…
Apart from the almost constant noise [there are a few minutes of quiet around 3:30 in the morning] one of the disadvantages of living next to a main road is all the dirt.
There are eight large sash windows along the front of the mill [all conveniently pointing North] [or as near to North as makes no odds] [we artists like the North light for its evenness and general lack of stark shadows] [anyway] and the dirt grimes them up so that it sometimes seems to be dusk in the middle of the day.
This, coupled with living in the North of England [an area not known for its long hours of bright sunshine] means things in the studio can get a bit crepuscular to say the least. So the windows must needs be cleaned.
Time was, when money was in greater supply, I paid a couple of eager chaps from Sparkling Glass to rinse the glass every few weeks. Indeed such was one occasion when I was painting a naked violinist [the link to the picture is no longer valid].
Anyway, I have in the past perched upon tall ladders and exhausted myself climbing up and down to wring out the chammy. But it occurred to me today, as I despaired of getting the long ladders out from behind the cooker, that if I opened the windows I could do most of the job from inside. Or at least starting from the inside.
It's ok, I was tied on and everything.
and not just to the bucket, by the way
Posted by john at August 24, 2007 10:24 PM