Not an eyeball!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Oy! Be gone evil soot!
While we wait for the insurance company to get back to us, we have started the daunting task of cleaning all of the paintings stored in the studio. Once cleaned, we're moving them into the house until the studio itself can be cleaned. We have discovered a wonderful product for removing soot, the chemical sponge. It's very good until it's full and then it makes a mess.
After the smoke cleared, we could see that the studio was covered in these black web formations. At first we couldn't believe there were so many spider webs in there, but we have since learned that soot forms webs, who knew! They come off fairly easily, but leave oily smudgy stains behind. Time to bring in the professionals.
Monday, February 21, 2011
A film of gritty, oil dust covers everything in the studio
We will never forget this last Saturday, February 19th, 2011. A tree fell and took down the power lines on our road. It was a cold and windy day and with no hope of the power company showing up soon, Peter lit the kerosene heater in the basement of his studio to keep the pipes from freezing.
A couple of hours later, I went to check on the heater and when I opened the studio door, black, oily smoke had filled the building and bellowed out the open door. I called for Peter and we opened all of the windows. Our nostrils and the creases in our skin were filled with black dust. Our clothes smelled like kerosene and were gray and smudged.
When the air cleared, we could see the damage. Everything in the studio, every nook and cranny of which there are many, everything was and is still covered with a film of gritty, oily dust. It's overwhelming.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Peter's morning meeting, 6:41 am
After some debate, we crawled out of our warm bed to go photograph the sunrise this morning, actually the pre-sunrise. It was hard getting up, I'm not much of a morning person, but I know that it is always worth the effort.
Peter usually visits this favorite field at sunset when the warm light of the setting sun lights up the distant trees and field. He wondered what it would look like with a pre-dawn sky behind it. This morning, we were not disappointed.