Preparing for an exhibition #1: - My finishing marathon
I feel like a piece of steel wool. My arms are tired, my fingers are numb. My shop is strewn with rags, bottles and tins of various potions, pieces of sandpaper, wads of steel wool, coffee mugs and the odd scraper. Pieces of furniture stand everywhere. I have been sanding and rubbing and oiling and rubbing and oiling and polishing and waxing and polishing all week. The light at the end of the tunnel is faintly becoming visible… Anyone in his right mind will build a piece of furniture...
