Day 422 Venice comes to The House

17C in the studio compering to the 34C just a few weeks ago. The shining morning sun breaks through the birch tree leaves as a delicate diamond necklace from behind the pine tree. Nature is getting ready for another amazing ball of life today. As the light breaks on the glass and travels through the studio to the back window with the Venetian style curtains, above the ‘Mary with Baby Jesus’ painting my heart leaps, at least the curtains are up. The disorder is still huge. Fabrics, threads, beads and all sorts of haberdashery, bodice boning and farthingale hoops, Venetian masks waiting to be painted and attached to headpieces. Sketchbooks following me through the past 12 years in English creative educations, tons of photos about my works, others’ works and things I once thought would inspire me to design. Photos of old trees, bird shaped lost newspapers on The Highway, earrings found on the streets of London from a once solid idea of ‘Lost in London’ collection. Winter curtains waiting to be cut for the size of these unorthodox windows that were so out of standard when The House was built during the communism. And the cut offs that are waiting to be made into sofa and armchair covers, to Venetian them up to the ‘Madonna col Bambino’ as glancing pass the wall in a room full of grace.