At the other end of the skinny hall upstairs is my painting studio. It has an Eastern exposure and in the mornings when the sun shines through the Ikea stick blinds and throws rainbows off my foil stars it’s Joni Mitchell’s Chelsea Morning every time. Actually, I’m glad sunlight doesn’t really pour in like butterscotch and stick to all my senses because that would be pretty messy, and painting’s messy enough as it is.
This space, unlike the other two I’ve already shown you will probably stay pretty much the same. I may need to get another small flat top table since I’ll be stealing this one to put into the studio where I work with all things paper but that’s easy enough. Maybe I’ll even find one which requires a little paint job of its own.
In fact this lonely guy called out to me today at the Antique Mall, and a colorful coat of many colors is definitely in his future. Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you. Crimson crystal beads to beckon!