This morning i awoke with great difficulty, the cold and rain making the skies unpleasantly dark and i was tired too which didn't help. so i dragged myself out of bed and headed off to make pots at the studio. far out of phone contact, deep into the depths of charted south devon. Richard wasn't there because i probably misunderstood when he told me he would be. so at 9.25 i entered the cold dark studio alone. Imagining richard may turn up soon i didn't make a hot drink and instead began working straight away after tussling with the computer that refused to turn on properly, but eventually i got some steely playing, and the fan heater also provided some warmth in the bitter cold of the dark morning. I did the drawing on the cubes at a good pace, painted my ill fated teafoot that i doubt will survive the firing even for decorative purposes. I sat down and had a drink of water and was about to start a second wave of cubes when the power cut out.
The heater ceased to whir and i was plunged into darkness that made any work impossible. so i sat in the chair for a bit to see if the power would come back on, or if someone would arrive. They didn't. and it didn't. so i was forced to eat half a entire packet of biscuits for warmth. biscuits that i brought the previous day as a shared treat for myself and my missing comrade. alone and scared, frozen beyond my understanding i managed to pull out a large armchair, hoping that the cold would hold off until my lift arrived in 3 1/2 hours (possibly as the lift was not at a definite time). as exhaustion descended, in the silent darkness i ate my lunch, this was at only 11, long before my lunch should have been eaten.
Distressed and with insurmountable odds mounting against me, i curled my body into the foetal position and slept in the chair, my arm wrapped around my head to keep in the warmth. Eventually i drifted off. about 2 hours later the cold woke me and i found the lights were back on. i ate some more biscuits, but was concerned the loss of power might have been from the heater, so could not turn it back on. then i basically had a bit of a drink of sprite and my lift turned up.
if anyone in the film industry wants to make this into a heart rendering film, then email me and we'll talk about distribution rights.
this is an un-doctored photo of me leaving the studio.
