A day focused on sheds

I’ve got an art calendar with a picture a day, and here is today’s picture:

It’s an Iznik pot from the sixteenth century. What a beautiful object. I love the motif and the colours. Normally these pots have blue as the dominant colour, but this green is stunning, and the motif is hypnotic. I could just keep looking at it.

Today I decided to organise my art stuff, and add sketching materials to my day bag. I found some swatches I’d done for a water colour set, and I remembered the set well – it was the last one I’d used – but could I find it?

I rummaged through everything under my desk, then in the cupboard next to my desk. I looked in the girls’ bedrooms (in case they’d borrowed it), hauled everything out from under the stairs, and finally I emptied the shed where we put the old art stuff. That was a five-hour job, because we’d bought the shed and dumped everything that used to be in the conservatory into it, just before the builders took the conservatory down. So amongst other things there were boxes of electric leads and CDs, bits of broken furniture, old pots and jam-making pans, a pressure washer, rolls of paper, an old sewing machine, and two chests of drawers containing stationary and art stuff.

It was good to go through all the art stuff, especially the paints and brushes the children had been given since they were toddlers. I threw a lot out, fixed the drawers whose bottoms had fallen out, and tidied my own art stuff. I know where everything is now, except the paint set I was looking for. I’ve still no idea where that’s gone.

I then realised that the swatches were for a different watercolour set, and the watercolour set they were for was sitting in a newly-tidied drawer. So now I have everything in order, and have brushes and ink pens to go in my day bag.

As a break from shed-tidying, I popped down to the Post Office to send a birthday card. I walked through the allotments on the way back and, since it was a sheddy kind of day, I took these pictures:

Allotment shed with a wheelbarrow in front
A person’s allotment shed is like their handwriting: it has a unique style. Some sheds are freshly painted, with neat rows of seed trays inside, tools leaning tidily in a corner, and a shiny padlock on the door; whilst others are keeling over like an old boat, have mouldy cloth hanging over the windows and a paving slab keeping the door shut.
I like the colours and shapes on and around this shed
This one is quite a statement. It’s swamped in Virginia creeper, and reminds me of those artists Christo and Jeanne-Claude, who wrap buildings in plastic and call it art. Maybe it is, I don’t know.