Before the Skype session, I had a bit of time in the annex. Just me, my camera and Pam's wonderful water.
Pam - Envision an installation of sorts where you walk into a room to be greeted by wave after wave of water moving across the floor. Just a thought...
With Esmerelda and Cecil looking on, we'd arranged our work in a way that we hoped would give Julie a good idea of what we'd been up to all week.
Pam and I found ourselves standing back and being amazed at how her water and my rust compliment and, pardon the pun, flow together. Our previous work didn't. Could have been my very bright color palette. Now...well...now we can see the joint exhibition taking shape.
Then the computer rang and the show 'n tell began. Lap tops do come in handy.
It was great fun to stand back and watch Julie's reactions, listen to her questions, answer a few myself, etc. All too soon, it was time to stop. Pam and I were off to town to shop for my little urchins.
That night, I went back down for one last look, one last visit. Standing alone in the studio, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and offered thanks to the studio, the muses, the house and all in it for the week, the magic, the friendship, the haven, the heaven that was our 3rd Annual Artist Retreat.