It’s been a work of love and sweat this summer. The old garage that housed junk and critters is now re-purposed as a studio.
I can write anywhere, I can sketch anywhere. But I need a safe space (and I emphasize space) to pull a piece of artwork together. And I’m so grateful that Steve has the ability to stretch his building talents to put this space together. It’s looking pretty white right now–truly a blank canvas–but soon it’ll be messy with colour, textiles, found items, drawings. A comfy chair and drafting table too!