|Paul and I share a space in a factory mill in Fall River. |
We are so lucky our floor mates are more family than friends.
"It's the right evening for a tune, Snufkin thought. A new tune, one part expectation, two parts sadness, and the rest, just the delight of walking alone and liking it. As he settles in to compose, he is disturbed by a small creature, a "creep", which rustles out of the undergrowth, declares its admiration for the famous Snufkin, asks him a lot of questions and demands attention and comfort. Meanwhile, the tune, which until then was forming itself out of the noises of the forest and brook and the slow revelations of the season, disappears. Snufkin has to wait for it to come back".
-exerpt from "The Spring Tune" part of the Moomin series
The photos are my early valentine to the place and tools I have a crush on.
|I've finally learned to love cleaning my brushes. |
And I buy more expensive ones less often.
|Sometimes the rags are just as beautiful as the paintings.|
|I work with natural light but a few paper lanterns make |
the place cozy the last hour of the day in the winter.
|A doctor friend gave me a pile of white surgical gowns |
that make great painting smocks.
A little eccentric looking, but they cover everything nicely.
|Oil bars, gigantic crayons, really.|
|Lots of enamelware and cigar boxes|
|My favorite Swedish teacups my friend Pat gave me and a pic|
of my pal Bruce, patron Saint of Art Elves.
|I have also learned to embrace "setting the table for the muse" |
Getting all those white empty surfaces
ready gives me a little flip flop of excitement.