Where the art is...

Home may be where the heart is, but my studio is where the ART is.
I took these a while back, and don't have photos of any of my current works, so I am going to give you a good case of shelf-envy. Marvel at my 9 feet of floor-to-ceiling shelving! This is my tiny bookcase that sits atop the giant workbench that came with our house. This workbench was a big motivating factor to purchase said abode. I have photos, supplies, and things I like to look at up here. I don't think of it as an inspiration board (although I should get back to that practice), as much as a place to put a whole mess of stuff that has been living in boxes for years.

And here is a long view of the studio...of course you can't see what is behind the camera, which is my soldering station and MORE SHELVING! Because if you are a pack-rat/book lover with 4 different artistic callings (5 if you count tattooing) there is no such thing as too much shelving. So this is where the art is. And I try to get here an hour a day. Usually that hour is spent painting, collage-ing, soldering or cleaning, but today I thought I'd do a little blogging, too.

Cheers!

Egad!

It's halfway through February!

And I haven't posted AT ALL this month. I am a very distracted girl indeed. I have been in the world of the 3 dimensional people...which is full of zombie cupcakes, bells, and ribbons. And tattoos. There's been a bit of that lately as well.

And I seem to be in the minority of people who genuinely dislike Valentines Day. I find the holiday to be a bit rude, really. I mean, what are anniversaries for? Saying "I love you, and I'm glad we're together" or "hey, wow! you're still here!" or "I have restrained myself from beating you with my shoe when you do that mouth-breathing thing at the dinner table for another 12 months--hurrah for me & pass the bubbly!"
So why do we need a day of hearts and cupids and candy? Why can't it just be another Halloween? I would be down for another dress up candy day.
Valentines Day just makes me think of all the people who are alone on that day and I feel very sad that there is this sugar-induced, mass-marketed day of schmooze that really just makes the alone feel more alone.
Bah! Humbug!
Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to my studio with a cup of tea & a pound of m&m's.