I thought it would be fun to show some pictures of the Studio. This corner is where all of the paper work magic happens!  My drafting table for all of those little topiary paintings is situated a little further down on the right beneath the windows.  One day I’ll get that watercolor hung on the wall! I am thrilled with my office furniture from Ballard Designs. It’s wonderfully functional and sets a beautiful organized tone for the room.

I was aiming for a Belgian linen color on the walls… something neutral that would not influence the color of my paintings. My easel is set up in front of the windows that face south. I’m inspired by the landscape. This is a painting from the studio view. An old school desk sits in the middle of the room. I do all of my pillow fabric cutting on it as well as my larger watercolor paintings.

I’ll try to post some pictures of the rest of the space soon. Thanks for stopping by! : )

It’s finally happening…drywall. Yep. You got it. Walls. Things to hang things on. Finally.

This weekend Farmboy and I went to the Everson Museum to see Turner to Cezanne. Masterpieces collected by the Davies sisters. A beautiful collection of work. My favorites were the Van Gogh and a small painting by Jean Francois Millet featuring a young girl minding a flock of geese.

While we were soaking in the art Farmboy said to me…”Isn’t it interesting that we are here looking at art on the same day that we were getting your studio ready for the drywall guy?” Yes, I had thought about it all day. I was excited to go to the exhibit and get inspired to paint again. Its been awhile. Design and painting are the same and different to me all at once. Farmboy, the sweet, generous soul that my soul loves, said, “perhaps the new space should only be for creation…. no production”. You mean no fabric up there? No frames? No storage? Just my easel. The view. And paints. No copiers. No printers. Just my easel? Oh, what a thought. Maybe a cat… a dog. You know, for distraction. Okay let’s not forget a bathroom and coffee pot, but other than that I think I’d be in heaven.

I haven’t painted in oils since my children were born. Hmmm. The Bean is 8 and LaLa is 5. It’s been too long. Will I remember? I am so jealous of the Painting a Day people. One day I will be one of them too. Just wait. Next year LaLa will be in first grade and I will have a chunk of time. Just you wait. I will embrace that time and mourn it all at once. Who knows… maybe I’ll paint a portrait of it.