We’re working on the Arch.
It has served as a backdrop since we bought the church. This is how it first appeared:
Removal of the dropped ceiling revealed:
We tried to pretty it up!
Yeah, I guess. It was temporary.
And as long as we’re in memory lane, when Mom turned 70, we dressed up the chaos and had a birthday party. Again, the Arch was the backdrop.
I remember mopping that nasty floor with rainwater to try to get the worst of the ancient filth off. It sort of worked!
By December of 2012, It looked like this:
Then the fancy table was replaced with picnic table. In case we wanted to have a picnic.
Yes, so I we exchanged the picnic table for a bed! A futon, in case we got tired and had to nap, apparently.
Yeah, and as you can tell, we have a continual storage problem. We fixed the storage of the futon problem by finally getting rid of it. After three decades, it’s time to ditch the College Futon. Sniff.
And then… a whole year went by… what happened to 2014? Well, there were ceilings to paint, floors to sand, trim to put up, caulk to stuff, windows to fix…
The Arch also became a bit of an Art supporter.
And so it has been till this month, February of 2015. We keep rearranging and cleaning, trying to keep the Church work-wise. But we’re not done with the Gallery, so the art must go!
And so, it’s February of the self-same year the White Church Gallery is set to open. 2015.YIKES!!!!
We need to pedal a little faster!
So now we have begun an art/science project.
I’m a scientist by nature, and Mike’s an artist. But he’s also an engineer, so that’s like a scientist. And I have a musical nature, so that’s artistic, right? Hence the art/science project that we are in the midst of. What to do with the arch!
This is only the beginning. As I type this, my soul mate is over yonder drawing up the arch on his CAD program and figuring out dimensions, beveling, and molding ideas. He’s trying to figure out how to make this arch a piece of art. There will be more to this story. Stay tuned.
I took a walk Saturday morning. The sun was out, the air was crisp, and the roads were too muddy for me to drive my usual route by the horses and cows on the way to the Church in Grindstone City. So I walked there instead.
The road is rather like clay, so I stuck to the grasses and weeds by the edge of the road. I walked gingerly by the horses, trying not to spook them…
Drat, they have sharp ears. Maybe I’ll meet their owners and get the OK to bring carrots next time. If stealth won’t work, maybe bribery. They are so pretty!
On to the cows.
I kept walking, steady and slow. I hoped my favorite rebel calves would be out of the pasture and by the barn as they usually are. Jackpot! Those cutie pies look good enough to eat!
I didn’t mean literally “eat” guys- it’s just a metaphor for how stinking cute you are. Meanwhile in the wink of my eye, they skeedaddled back under the fence and behind their momma’s apron…
If you blow this picture up, you will see that EVERY COW is staring at me. What you can’t hear is the utter silence and eerie motionlessness of this scene. A dozen cows, motionless, silent, staring…until one cow broke the silence with her powerful stream of urine hitting the mud.
I mooved on.
Back at the White Church, plans are underway for more demolition. This time, the walls!
This is the entranceway. Square is out, arch is in. The door to the sanctuary should match the windows.
Then there is this opening. Rectangle is out, arch is in.
Also, this room on the other side of the front of the Church needs help.
So the wall is coming out, the walls repaired, and a tile floor, furnace, and bathroom are all destined for this area.
When I left, the north side had been cleaned out. I returned to the city, leaving Dr. Sawzall to it.
Can’t wait to see what it looks like after a day of demo. Stay tuned!