I showed the easel to Hugo a painting friend. “ That’s definitely taken the biscuit. Only a madman would conceive of it, but to build it… I can see the men in white coats approaching.” A passer by bemused by this contraption, stopped to look at Climping work and asked, “Is that on a ping pong table !” I spent many days pulling my portable tennis table, requisitioned to be an easel along Climping beach. Like Sisyphus in Greek mythology, I dragged and pushed this great easel into place only to return to the same spot a day later. To start and then right back to its beginning.
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