As much as I hate drywall, it signals the end of the shell and the beginning of the finish work. Also, unfinished drywall has a certain crispness to it compared to insulation, which can remind me of padded walls in old asylum movie scenes. From my years as a sculptor and a plasterer, I’m pretty good with the mud. My measuring- well it goes day by day. I had so many good days getting the siding and most of the drywall right, today I had a couple cuts a half inch off. Made me a little cranky.
Here are a couple shots of the interior. My dog, Horus, is checking out the clerestory windows with some concern. My son swung by, which was a treat and got a picture of me with the structure.