Today i moved 220kgs of clay into the studio. Picked it up from the shop, it came in boxes of 2 bags each, for some reason. The girl there tried to help, she managed one box with 1 bag in it, but was sittin on the floor cradling another box, stumped that she couldn't lift a full one. The rest of the time she was on the phone so i basically did the lot myself which was a bit f'ed but there u are. To tell the truth if i had read on the side of the box the bit where it says "50lb" i wouldn't have picked them up either, but i managed the lot from the shop to the car. Then from the car into the studio i did most of them but i opened some of the boxes & done them in 2 trips, cos i suddenly had read the bit where it sez 50lbs & thought, hey that sounds like a lot more than 22kg. I dunno maybe in america they don't have OH&S or something, here in Aus 16kg is sposed to be the limit on a box or else it should have a warning on it. Not that i didn't feel they weighed something, but hey they look nicer in boxes than seperated out.
Anyway i survived that & seems the head cold isn't holding me back at all. Wonderful.
Then later went to see the subject of the next sculpture. Nice man, the pose is a bit of a worry but since the last one was no worries & turned out to be an arse, this might look bad yet turn out OK yet.
Strangely enough i was sure i had bought a motorbike from this very house some yrs ago. They reckon it was gutted & renovated in '04 & they moved in in '05, which seems about right to me. How strange that is. But my mate reckons i'm dreaming & all the streets there look the same & have the same elevation & same sorts of houses & maybe he's right. Sure looks just like it though, with a lick of paint.
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