I should have my ass in that chair running that sewing machine. I just woke up from a nap and have flipped through a couple of books, did a sketch assignment from the book Spirit Taking Form on drawing my dream studio. It is a round clay building with a patio looking out over a busy city street. On the patio is a longe chair and a table. Flower pots, probably with silk flowers whispered the plant murderer, are around the door. The door is a heavy wood door imported from Nigeria and has carvings that tell the story of the poet-art quilter peasant woman.
I dabbled in my journal and pinned face to the design wall which was the outcome of yesterday's piddlin'. It can be seen on my Facebook studio page.