New Studio
Our new studio was originally a mechanic's shop. It
was dirty, smelly and dark. With much hard work it slowly came
together. We scrubbed, polished, demolished and painted.
Up go the frames for the walls
Us girls lend a hand with the Gyprock.
A little paint.
The room is slowly transformed with a coat of bright paint
and drapes of red and orange material.
Our resident painter, Daniel, paints a cheeky belly
dancer on the office door.
Our waiting room.
O, Love's but a dance,
Where Time plays the fiddle!
See the couples advance,--
O, Love's but a dance!
A whisper, a glance,
"Shall we twirl down the middle?"
O, Love's but a dance,
Where Time plays the fiddle!
--Henry Austin Dobson
