The studio is finished and is scarily, eerily, white…. I feel I must exhibit something in there, this white cube.  Actually Higgins has already done that for me.  When Kit popped round to admire it and I proudly flung the door open there, in the middle of the room, was an artfully placed pile of poo…oh dear… a budding yBa?

It’s amazing what this whiteness does for a space.  It means that whatever is placed in there suddenly asumes a huge importance.  Even a pencil on a table, a coffee cup, a dirty sock becomes a statement.  I’ve got to get in there with my stuff PDQ before the mystique scares me half to death. 

The challenge is to fill it with colour and to stamp my personality on it and to get CREATIVE.  I’ve been talking about it long enough.  I’ve actually popped over to see Marmalade Rose and asked to join the Twenty Minute Challenge to instil a little discipline into the proceedings otherwise I could spend far too much time arranging things artistically on shelves…

In the meantime I’m going to add a little more colour to the blog.   I’ve been popping out in the garden on and off wielding the camera and recording the fleeting moments of spring flowers in bloom.  It’s a grey day today and the crocuses are over, but we can still enjoy them, and a little sunshine.

Underneath the weeping willow and the bottom of the garden, not fairies, but Iris reticulata…

…miniature cyclamen..

… the last of the snowdrops…

…and primroses.

That’s better.  I’m now buoyed up to go and shift piles of books and start filling shelves…

p.s. If you haven’t done it already, don’t forget to put your name in the hat for the ‘Little Bird’ draw!