The Newly Painted Studios

I faintly retain the name of [person A]. Nothing more.

Then I remember another dream. We have just painted the walls of my studio in white for the first time, and the space looks brand new. Several studios are divided by walls; some spaces are rather narrow, others medium size, all spread over two floors. I am afraid there is an excess of walls. It is done that way, so it is too late now.

We have visitors. They seem to be students and are rather surprised by the construction. I must admit that I am delighted, too.

The studios are a novelty to me; we just finished them last week. I show the students how we use the ateliers, I start a tour business on the ground floor. I recall that at the entrance, the building

has an area for commercial activity, where one is already operating. A different one is empty, and I would like to put in an international transport shop, for the artwork we produce here.

On the first floor, one studio has just enough room to paint a flat surface, a horizontal stretcher on a table. Other spaces have enough room to make the necessary movements around the canvas to apply paint for the background of a painting, like I do.

The volume of the space itself appeared after being painted in white. I am afraid it has unnecessary walls.

There is a man by my side; he could be my partner. He commissioned a worker to build a small roof for the outside, all along a window, one meter wide, a semi-circular shape, made of concrete, but unfortunately the material design is not good. In my opinion it should have been done in wood.

Anyways we have a new building and feel prepared to open the studios and welcome

artists from around the world.

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