barn

Woke to the sound of the alarm, and got up, turned it off and went straight upstairs for a shower. That was at nine this morning. Made breakfast. The son had reported finding the cat during the night,

Started printing the pictures for the small presentation later on today. Ring up the artist at eleven, but he is not ready yet.

Keep on working, then it is half past one in the early afternoon. Then the artist arrives, we check through the pictures, then drive over to the studio. There are a few more things to collect .

Finally arrive at the venue punctually at three.  

A snowstorm has started. Nothing serious, but unpleasant wet soggy snow falling down and making everything cold and wet.

An elderly woman arrives with a walking aid and starts to fumble for the keys. Her movements are slow. The one door does not work, there seems to be an extra latch on the inside preventing the heavy bolts from being drawn.

The other door may be opened though. They are both large barn doors, the building is an old warehouse that used to be used for storing the tithes taken from the farmers as taxes. Tithes were a tenth of the produce, passed directly on to the tax collector.

Inside, the building is large and barn-like.  The building is well renovated and is carefully kept. 

Afterwards, there is a long discussion in a café in the town. Sit in the corner and listen to the artist and the old lady talk, they are discussing what can and can not be shown, The weather has made taking part in the conversation difficult, on the way through the town the head had become soaked with the cold soggy snow, and this had started to melt and was dripping past the collar of the jacket.

Just sat in the corner trying to warm up.

After three quarters of an hour in the loud cafe leave and return to the car. It is a nice venue, says the artist.

Return to the studio and establish that the connection between the camera and the computer works.

That is very pleasant.