The Olympic flame spent a couple of days in Calgary two weeks ago, passing within three blocks of our home at an ungodly hour in the morning. Nevertheless, I figured it was my best chance (i.e., not in the middle of a goofy crowd) to see it, so I hauled myself out of bed and grabbed the camera on my way out the door.
My reward was getting a prime spot -- right where the next torch-bearer got off the shuttle bus (that's the nice lady on the right above) -- although I was subjected to the exceptionally commercial hype (RBC and Coke) from the sponsors. Such a change from when Calgary had the Olympics in 1988.
Days have been filled with working in the studio. The first week, as well as moving in bit-by-bit, I created 98 artist trading cards, which I took to the local ATC meet-up last night.
With my wheel down in the studio, I was able to start spinning in Week Two, the resulting ball (100 g of laceweight handspun and hand-dyed mohair) is above. Plus I spun last week as well (pictures to come), and have now started knitting on the new installation/sculpture piece.
As much as I love having the studio, it has two faults. First, it's in the basement at Art Central so I don't get to look outside -- I've tried to remedy that by having pictures like the one above to look at.
Second, the next-door neighbour likes to play her music LOUD, and spend hours on end chatting to her friends on the telephone. While I'm sure the person at the other end of the line finds the personal details really interesting, I don't.
My solution has been to go in when she's not there (mornings, and selected afternoons when I stay down all day) or to clamp on my headphones and work away, oblivious to the tales coming from the other side of the wall. Before I took the headphones down, the noise was almost enough to drive me to drink....
Although I've not been this desperate. Yet.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
The shop is currently empty.