Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Approximately eighteen moons ago, the Mr resigned from his job at a large production company and declared himself self employed AND working from home. Given I am also a self employed AND working from home person, you may correctly imagine the teething problems intrinsic in such an arrangement. We are most of the way, to most of the time working through the territorial issues. The shed and back garden, is, well, the domain of the Mr and if I’m tidying my studio, I just squint past the corner that he inhabits.
There are benefits that go with both Mum and Dad at home twenty four seven: we share the childcare, we all eat dinner together at a kid-conducive nana hour. The downside is neither of us ever get away from our work and it’s tough finding new stuff to gossip about: there is little office politicking that doesn’t hit close to home. We could both do with getting out more.
With all this working-where-we-live bizzo, things have been getting a little crowded. Not least because there are eight large bits of sculpture inhabiting our back garden. Eight ‘totems’ fashioned from marine pilings (the ‘leg’ bits that hold up a pier), provide a home for numerous bronze cast critters. After much pfaffery and delay, they are finally ready to fly the nest, to their new home in Canberra.
I’m feeling a bit indignant that they’re leaving home. I have invested a whole lot of eardrum into their making – listening to four months of power tools, preparing the totem poles alone. And the uber drill drove me around the bend. I couldn’t make a phone call while it took two days to produce each hole for the talking tubes (you can whisper stuff from pole to pole). No, I do not know how our neighbours put up with it. We were in constant consultation, but they were just thrilled that we had helped get their twenty-something out the door, early in the mornings, finding employment.
I admit, I'll miss them all. Fare thee well, beady-eyed, Tawny Frogmouth:
Mr Goanna, with your lovely textures:
King of the River, Murray Cod...
...peering up from below the surface of the water:
Swim safe, little froggy, with your water ripple necklace:
Look before you leap:
Keep warm at night, Possum:
Don’t forget the mouthwash, Dung Beetle:
Keep a good eye on everybody, Currawong:
The Mr isn’t sentimental at all. He’s already started work on a two metre head of one of Australia’s ex-prime ministers. No power tools involved in this one. Thank goodness for small mercies. I have half an eye on this artwork for temporary trellis potential. We have tomatoes to grow.