Yesterday, when listing my damsels in distress, I mentioned the Bolton Brow Methodist Assembly Hall, the building which served for eleven years as my studio in the
. I can’t put my finger on a “before” shot, but here’s the restored interior. From the main entrance at street level, visitors went down a flight of steps before dramatically entering the main hall. Invariably, when reaching the bottom step they paused and gave out a breathless “wow”! UK
As is the usual with properties purchased from the church, we had to sign to a formidable list of covenants: no alcohol, no gambling, no illicit behaviour, etc, etc. A couple of years after purchase we were visited by the church trustees, all of whom were in respectable old age. I hurriedly draped my nude figures – surely they violated every covenant in the book - while Denise kept them talking on the stairs. My heart sank when one of the straight-laced ladies lifted the drape from my most revealing figure. She gasped. Then, contrary to my fears, exclaimed, “How beautiful”!
The photograph was taken from a small observation balcony forty foot above the studio floor. For scale, look for the full-size upright piano on the mezzanine level. What a studio, what a daunting task, what memories.