The Studio.

While I was raising my kids, I wanted a studio more than anything. Not a hallway or a small bedroom but a real studio— a NYC studio actually. When they went off to college and my husband and I moved into the city, I actually got one! In 17 years there I had a series of studios and each time eventually needing to move farther afield until it didn’t make sense to travel to areas I couldn’t stay in after dark. So I went back to a small space in our apartment.

When it was inevitable that we were moving out of the city — my husband had had it— I started dreaming of a house with a studio … maybe a barn ! I cut a photo out of a magazine — World Interiors, I’m pretty sure….

*I found this clipping recently when I was cleaning a drawer. I had cut it out of a magazine a decade earlier as an aspirational photo - for my ideal workspace, my dream studio.*

Six years later, I was going through some paper piles (I throw out nothing) and I came across that photo! There it was! I was sitting in an almost identical space: a large square room, high ceilings, large paned windows. There must be magic – REALLY! I love my studio and practically live in it.

There is no such things as too many tools.
My grandkids inspire me most
There’s no such thing as enough art supplies.
I used to make jewelry… sometimes I still do.
Troll.
No such thing as enough desks, either!
The Bernsohn family signal… and the pink box holds my son’s baby teeth..
I wish everything in my life could fit together as neatly as a jigsaw.
Encaustic paints
Turns out, there is no such thing as too much string either.
I may scrape more than I paint.
I have Randy to thank for fresh air.
My youngest grandson is great portrait artist. He really captured my essence.
What can I say… I just love these.