In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Monday, 10 January 2022
11 01 2022
Not witout its practical problems though. Opened a tin of varnish with a hammer and chisel - it was old - and didn't notice that something was not right - until my trousers, legs and the floor were soaked in varnish. Got the trousers off (favorite ones) and soaked them in turps. Legs ditto. Smell of turps probably good for the lungs - hope so, its everywhere, probably because I left them to dry on a radiator in the bathroom. Duh.
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