When we bought this house it was the first place I have ever lived with a garage.
This place had kind of a "fancy" garage - dry walled, painted a cheery yellow, with windows, and climate control. Like I said, FANCY.
This wall is hung gallery style with work from friends and family, plus a traffic sign and a reminder that everything else in this place is supposed to be leaving this place.
When we moved in the garage was filled immediately with an obscene amount of vintage goodies (stock from my old brick and mortar that I couldn't part with, finished art, box after box of books (because this lovely home had no built in storage like our old colonial), art supplies, things that masqueraded as art supplies: stained & ripped linen, antique papers, falling apart books, broken jewelry, random balls of string, you get the idea. It was a lot. Like that run on sentence. ;)
Frighteningly, these next photos are just one wall of my studio. The painting "Side" if you will.
I've got brushes, palette knives, works in process...
Boxes of random paper, tools I have bought and not used yet (I am looking at you printing press and quilting iron), mark making goodies, inks, markers, On and on it goes.
The perils of being a mixed media artist is that EVERYTHING is an art supply!
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
Hope you enjoyed this partial peek into my studio.
These two stacked to the side? They are paintings I am in the process of re-working.
They are what I will be working on while I am waiting for commission layers to dry.
Leila, you are next (finally!). Kathy you are on deck!
Today is Day 10 of #the100day project where I am attempting to write every day for 100 days.
I am hoping by the time this 100 days is in the books I have regained some stamina and met some new friends. Thanks for following along!
PS When my late father came to visit he, the man who sheltered every vehicle he has ever owned, just shook his head, and said "there will never be a car in her, will there?" with a resigned shake of his head and a small smile.
Sorry Dad. xo
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