Patron To The Arts

I bought my home in Kerala eighteen months ago.

My final choice of house, like the decision to settle 5,00 miles from all that might seem safe and familiar, was not entirely logical.

The house is far too big for my needs and the outside grounds too small for a garden.

But life is not logical.

My home and living on the Malabar coast both give me immense happiness.

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As if to confirm the eccentricity of my purchase, the deal included an old, run-down outhouse, complete with rubbish

inside

and out.

Although my priority was to get the main house in good decorative and working order, I often wondered what should be done with the annex.

But a solution has been found.

The out-house has been painted.

My electrician summoned:

Lights and a fan installed,

Mosquito mesh fitted.

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A local artist is to use the upstairs space of the outhouse

for a studio.

A make-shift desk is created.

Sumant, my house-boy, finds himself requisitioned as a life-model.

Art is underway.

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(Please don’t wince, Lucille!)

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