Day 188
No painting. Framing, framing, framing. That and clearing up the house after the plasterer finished. Now there's an artist. So compelling to watch a master of his trade at task. I also learned many things about craft, keeping tidy while you work and efficiency. No matter how many miles he paced up on his strap-on stilts skimming the ceiling to a shiny pink luster, it never looked overdone. Hope some of this rubbed off on me. But the best was watching him lay down that first thick layer. Incidentally, he seemed to be equally fascinated by the trowelled peaks in the surface of many of my studies. A kindred spirit perhaps. More of the same framing and clearing tomorrow. Could have maybe managed an hour on something today but was just too knackered to force it.