Saira and Michael are renovating some more to accommodate for the [upcoming] baby. On account of the dust and serious clutter as they move their life around their cozy but over-stuffed home, and because they’ve been asking me since I got the big studio to take it off their hands, I took back one of my favorite paintings, Fool’s Mate, which had never been hung and was in storage at their place for ages.
I rented a cargo van today to drive up to Brantford with the Sterling windshield and other parts — I think the Sterling is getting into the final stretches of construction and I am very optimistic that it will be on the road this summer — so we took advantage of not having to carry the art by hand the ten blocks or so between our houses. I have my fingers crossed that this does not fall on my head, because I hung it up on my own, without any help, and have strung it between some old metal posts in the wall and the edges of the painting’s wire, using four bungee cords (two per side), which seemed a lot simpler to handle on my own than trying to coordinate a single point of mounting that’s obscured by the painting itself. This way I was able to catch it on one side, and then slowly pull it up as needed without ever feeling like I was going to have a terrible fall or hit a dead end. But yeah, fingers crossed that there’s no head bonking.