My studio life is how I make sense of it. All covered in peanut butter and jelly and baby spit, it is sure not glamorous. In fact I am writing with one hand right now. The other is busy holding a sleeping baby. But my life is my studio.
I am kind of in a capsule right now. I am 3000 miles away from were I grew up. This cute house is from my husbands grandparents and sits on the main street of the town. It is so small, the town does not even have one stop light in it. But it has what is important, two antique stores across the street with the post office in between.
My dinning room is my paint studio, with tear outs of a world I dream of on the walls. Baskets filled with started paintings, and broken vintage suit cases that hold my paints and brushes. It is far from the sunny spot I use to have in San diego in the picture above. But my vision is still strong. Create works that will find many beautiful homes. Or to beautify homes with them in it.
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