I’m officaly closing my studio on 3rd St. It’s been four years of working living playing and cooking in the same space. The walls are all covered with paintings and clippings, so moving is hard, but it will be for the better. The space has seen me grow from a pisspoor still life painter to having a somewhat comanding hand over my brushes and pens. It’s seen bikes built and fridges fixed, Bands come and go, Homemade wine and cigars, screen printing, spraypaint, and bbq’s.
I’ve taken the plunge into a space with more options to expand both my wood working skills, but weather this winter. Wood heat, oil heat, well water. Perhaps this change will summon a little more dedication on my part. Maybe a change of heart as well.