now it is a quarter to nine and eight hours have been spent taking pictures of tiny figures. Each one needs individual adjustment, individual lighting, and it is all a lot of work.
The morning was a disaster, it was hard to get up. All the joints hurt, as do the knees. Maybe it is simply getting older, approaching seventy faster and faster, and moving ever more slowly through the days and months.
People are texting all kinds of requests, and things are getting difficult. Meet the two artists that effectively stopped the exhibition, and remain polite and distant. It is not easy.
And in the afternoon, spend all day in the artists studio, making photographs of figurines.
And then people text saying that they want to go out.
No way, none at all.
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