Yellow

We've been awaiting the plaquistes who were slightly delayed on another job. Yesterday a team of four arrived, and now the barn, as it's currently known, is yellow. The dimensions of this space are ever-changing in our impressions. The bare concrete slab seemed small; when the walls went up it felt big. The beams went in, made the room feel narrower. When the roof went on suddenly it was as enormous as the garage at Henny's old house, where you could comfortably service a Boeing 737. The insulation has given it back a domestic scale.

And the roof on the studio is now finished.