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Let’s talk about the word “burden.”
One of the things to contend with when someone dies is what to keep and what not to. There is another level to it when most of the things they owned were things they made, or tools and materials to make things from. I’ve previously talked about how I reached my limit of being able…
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We’ve been busy…
Over the last month or so, I’ve taken down the structure that held all of my dad’s paintings in my flat and moved everything to my mum’s. This procedure was really important because it was taking up about 50% of the space here, because my flat is small. However, as my mum’s flat is bigger…
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The Dark Art
This week I am moving the majority of my dad’s paintings to my mum’s flat. The paintings were stacked over three levels of shelving; they didn’t really have much of an order to them when I stacked them. However, what I noticed was that there was a particular theme going through the top layer of…
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It’s ok to stall… but remember the power of interacting with other people
It’s ok to stall… On a project that requires a lot of thought and emotional energy, it’s ok to stall. Recently, I had a big slump in motivation for sorting the next stage of storing my dad’s work. The next stage was meant to give me more access to the paintings so I could really…
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Basic preservation
Preservation can be a daunting concept; the last thing we want to do is damage the work of our loved ones. I think a lot of us will remember the botched restoration in the Spanish church, or perhaps even this other Spanish restoration project. (Disclaimer: It’s not just the Spanish who do this; these are…
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This town sure is dusty
One of my biggest issues has been protecting my dad’s work, and my stuff too, from dust. There is a lot of dust that comes in from the balcony. You can see from the photo below that my dad used a plastic wrapping to protect the underneath of his workbenches/storage units. You can also see…
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From the Start
Welcome to the Arvon Project, Grieving the Artist. This year, I moved into my dad’s artist studio, and I set about the task of making room for myself, my partner, and my dad’s artwork in the same small space. It was important to me not to rush the process of sorting through his artwork and…