drawing compositions Day four began with bleary eyes, a list of objectives for the day, and yet another interminable list of things to be foraged from home. The list of objectives seemed manageable. Which was important, since the last (non) goal on the list was no sleep until the rest on the list had been done. This was my was of focussing on the day ahead and not the terrifying prospect of a week ahead. Baby steps, baby steps. Enough experience of life and art at least to be

Light patterns of evening Second day, and the temporary studio is in place. A series of foraging sorties to the conveniently located builders’ merchants across the road, and bag loads of stuff from my normal studio are scattered across a large piece of polythene spread over a cold and unforgiving stone floor. My knees will complain, but needs must. I’ve begun experimenting with materials and after the previous night of nerve-wracking sleeplessness laden with doubt, fear and