Yesterday the inventory checking team finally decided to brave the cold and start checking the Cottage Workshop. This is one of the more chaotic rooms at Snowshill with over 1300 objects. Having said that it is also one of the most captivating.
This was where Mr Wade spent most of his time, it is in the heart of the cottage he called home and he would spend hours here caring for the objects he loved. This was also the space where his creativity would thrive and we still have some of the templates he used to create the wooden letters now on display in Nadir. There is also a strange looking figure sitting at the bench who also demonstrates Mr Wade’s talents as a craftsman. Wade made the model as a setting for one of his suits of Samurai armour, there are additional examples of these models on display in Green Room.
The Cottage Workshop has one unique feature that never fails to demonstrate Wade’s talents and dedication as an artist. That is the back of the door. The door is covered in a multitude of paint and it makes you realise that you are standing in the home of a true artist. Thanks to the work of our dedicated volunteers who are currently transcribing Mr Wade’s notebooks and sketchbooks we have found a poem that Wade wrote about his workshop door and we would like to share it with you.
Flight of stone steps from the flagged floor
Leads up to the Workshop’s arched door.
An old, old door of bleached oak wood
There many long year must have stood,
Upon its rough outstanding grain
Shows many a paint’s coloured stain,
Where the cleaned brushes through the year.
Each colour there Memento bears
Of some work in the past I’ve done,
Many a different king of one,
Record of many happy days,
Now that Vermilion there ablaze
Used on a Spanish Vargueno
Where flaws and blemishes might show,
A Cabinet all gleaming gold
Of gorgeous artistry of old.
The record of countless repairs
On boards of that old door appears.
Pale ivory of old clock’s face
There shade of a child’s chaise I trace.
All the tinctures of Heraldry
Of shields I blazoned, there I see,
Colours of Model wagons too
That yellow. Vermilion and blue.
For me, far more than just a door
‘Tis page in treasured memory’s store,
Paint palette that to me reveals
What from all others it conceals.
More from the frozen inventory checking team next week including the discovery of Mr Wade’s dish mop!