My studio is a tiny corner
in my garage filled with natural light, thanks to the row of windows along the double car door. I share the square footage with a family office, bikes, stacks of boxes, lots of tools and sometimes a motorcycle.
It’s not my swanky dream space, but my art hasn’t noticed. Pieces I love have still been created amongst all the garage clutter. The really happy news is that meal times now at the kitchen table don’t include scattered art supplies and dirty paint water. For that, the whole family is grateful.