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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Happy 2013!

Happy 2013!

I am sending out a reminder about two upcoming workshops: one in Florida at the Molly Cromwell Show in Sarasota, January 18th, where I'll be teaching Prima Serata in a simple and enjoyable one-day class. For information on this class, click here:





I am also, for one last time (?) teaching Montresor at the Miniatures West show in Culver City, CA on February 8 and 10. For information, click here:






All materials such as lighting, power, building materials, and landscaping are included. The bicycle and interior appointments are not included.


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Speaking of shows, other than the above-mentioned two shows where I hope to see you, I will also be at the  Tom  Bishop show in Anaheim, CA on January 25 and 26. I will have some unique items, including some new modern lighting, at that show!



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In other news, I have just completed a new piece, a commission based on Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, called The Counting House. Counting house was the term used in the nineteenth Century to describe, essentially, an accountant's office. In this case, it was where Scrooge counted his money, long after the death of his partner Marley.


Scrooge didn't much care about the state of his office. He kept records and ledgers, books and papers in various piles, concerned only with the amount of money he counted.



Above is Scrooge's office. The clutter is in keeping with Scrooge's nature.


Above on the left is Cratchit's office. He was only allowed a small fire.




The door of Scrooge's counting-house was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little cell beyond, a sort of tank, was copying letters. Scrooge had a very small fire, but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one coal. But he couldn't replenish it, for Scrooge kept the coal-box in his own room; and so surely as the clerk came in with the shovel, the master predicted that it would be necessary for them to part. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to warm himself at the candle; in which effort, not being a man of a strong imagination, he failed.









"Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with gladsome looks, ``My dear Scrooge, how are you. When will you come to see me.'' No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle, no children asked him what it was o'clock, no man or woman ever once in all his life inquired the way to such and such a place, of Scrooge. Even the blindmen's dogs appeared to know him; and when they saw him coming on, would tug their owners into doorways and up courts; and then would wag their tails as though they said, ``No eye at all is better than an evil eye, dark master! '' "





"Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the ware-house door: Scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the business called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names. It was all the same to him."



This video shows the perspective out the back window; note how by panning from one side to the other, the outside buildings appear to scroll by as you would expect in ..... 1:1 scale.



All the best until very soon!
I've got a lot of catching up to do!