All this time I've been itching to finally respond to Deborah's call to post studio pics. However, up until last week, my upstairs domain was replete with cracks, water stains, hideous curtains, filth, and loathesome piles of half-written syllabi. No more! Greg has painted, and I have un-piled, and the studio has finally emerged.
It's funny, because years back I had apartments much smaller than this space. Add a galley kitchen and you have my first hovel in Chicago, right behind the Pleasure Chest on Broadway. Sensational!
Anyhow, here it is. 100% cat-free zone (too many papers), occasional guest room (otherwise that's my readin' bed...*sigh*), blue sanctuary of bliss. Recognize the comforter, PJ? Quite a lasting investment.
Oh yeah, and usually my laptop is on the granite table, but it was with me that day. And yes, I finally framed my goddamn diplomas. If not now, it would've been never.