Tuesday, September 18, 2012
they have a turn of the century elevator that they use for bring in and out large pieces of work so I skipped that and walked the stairs. Long hall ways ware lined with studios of all sizes. Some of them big and are shared - some small. The age of the building gives it the feel of being perfect for artists. the floors are the original wood floor that creek. Paint and stains are everywhere. And the smells of the chemicals we artists use permeates it. I feel at home there. Just can't afford to have a space there. So I go to visit the other artist there.
Most of the outside is covered with vines and during the fall it is wonderful to see the reds and yellows mixed with the greens. it is the work space I dream of and at the moment that is what it is - a dream. Oh well. So I sit here at my drawing table in my bedroom and do most of my work from here. One day I will graduate to this but for now I go to keep the dream alive.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
It was a bit hard to get started. But once I did I took off. It was an place with lots of people moving around and staying still long enough for me to get started on them but I got a few. So I switched to the cars near by. Again - good but not inspirational. As every body started to go I decided to walk around the market - to get that inspiration. I got it back at the entrance. The only problem was - to get the drawing I did I had to stand out in the sun a bit. Started to sweat a bit. So once I had the bones of it down I went to the bakery there to sit down inside and work some more on the piece. A couple of guys there commented on my work and bought me a pastry and some water. We did some
networking and had a good time talking.