DECEMBER 18, 2009
The beginnings of a picture book dummy: Meet Phineas Foghorn, an impulsive cat.
No ping pong table. No large collectors edition posters. No extensive library full of awards and expensive design compendiums. No first editions. No fancy guitars or expensive workstations. No swimming pool. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Things are jerry-rigged. I'd love to move out and move back in and fill up a dumpster but that would take a very long time. Kind of a swamp really. But it's home. And despite everything sour going on in the world and in the economy, this studio been good to me this past year. So here's to 2010 and to creative workspaces everywhere and their denizens. You know who you are. Be it a palace or a suitcase, a magic silicon wand or a can of spray paint, studios start in the mind and only then move out into the real world. But they start in your noggin --so now I'd better get back to work!
it works for me…
vertical and horizontal stackage. Everything in its place and a place for everything.
Annuals make good paperweights. This recent model on top of a late model Epson scanner.
inspiration: "The Poet" by Leo Espinosa & "The Seven Deadly Sins" by Posada
For all you night owls: above my cantankerous monitor, the equally cantankerous Sonnet 27 by Shakespeare.
Note the carefully cultivated fine coating of dust.