the pictures where they live

When I painted this back in August of 2002 my secret bunker studio was “brand new” (new to me).  Had just moved in and the space was very open and empty.  Zen like.  Just the thought of it rekindles a sense of mysterious possibilities.

The space has seen many transformations since that early time.  I have done a lot of work, made a bunch of paintings.  And it’s getting crowded in there — all those fish and a few other dreams besides.

The little place has its magic, that’s for sure.  Even if it lacked its modern day security system it would still be a charmer.

I love my studio.  I really do.  But nonetheless, I could use a bigger place.

This property would be nice.  I like the light a lot.  And it’s got nice architecture.  But I don’t want any movie stars bothering me while I’m working.  I’ll have to make sure I post a sign, “please, no movie stars.”

My kid, though, has been less burdened by architecture than me.  Was a time when she could carry her whole studio in her arms.  And I have to hand it to her, her method has had great utility.

Draw any time, anywhere.  Be free as a bird.  Let the world be your studio.