The world is full of incredibly talented artisans, I never tire of looking at other artists work and I am constantly amazed at the never ending range of inventive pieces.
I was lucky enough to have an artist for a father, and even though he has now passed on, god bless him, I thank him for my talent and feel that he is always with me, giving me a little nudge when the brick wall looms and the ideas seem to seep into the mortar.
My darling man built me a sensational studio some years ago now, lovingly referred to as "the pig pen", I assume he is referring to my clutter, but he leaves me to it and goes next door to his "anally clean pig pen" where he handmakes guitars. (he is a luthier).
We meet at the end of the day with a glass of wine and chat over the day's proceedings. Life is very good.
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