changing faces

It is much quieter at the workplace these days. There are only five of us there most days, unless there is a delivery or a new development in another part of the building. I miss my southern friends, their concern for my safety and comfort on the scaffolding, the endless cups of coffee, the excuses to come and visit the only woman on the site. I even miss the delightful young hopeful who wanted his portrait painted, but as he had no money offered me the use of his body as payment... and when I said that my portraits were expensive he assured me that I could keep him for the WHOLE of the night! He seemed to think he would be worth the fee...

The new workers are doing more specialised tasks, seem to be better educated, and are far more respectful. It's nice, a lovely work environment, but not quite as entertaining!

Work is progressing faster now that we have agreed on the colours and form. The next few days should make quite a difference, but then it is back up the scaffolding and more straight lines. I can't say that I am looking forward to it, terra firma and freehand suits me for now.

The landscape that is the next task is beginning to eat away at me.

Today I am grateful for laughter and frank discussion.