An artist's Christmas is a bit like a builder's Christmas, in that people emerge out of the woodwork with only days to spare, hoping their ambitious project can be completed and returned to them in time for Christmas Eve.
So this last week in our house has seen the arrival of an absolutely mahoosive screen which, yes, is wanted back in time for Christmas, complete with a design of stars and a whole lot of lettering, all drawn and gilded.
Thus came about the following remark in our kitchen this evening:
"I've finished cutting out the stars, so when we've had our tea we can arrange them and then take some photographs."
It's like an alternative version of the Book of Genesis, isn't it?