NEXT Zapped

WANTED:  small storefront with living quarters

I found out tonight that the small storefront with the cool address is commercial only AND already rented.  So much for dreaming out loud.

My “next” got zapped, but not really… just the location got zapped.  The idea remains.  Time to prep so when opportunity knocks, I will be ready to jump.  That means I can’t sign any leases locking me into anywhere until I find the kind of space where this dream can become a reality.  It would not hurt to save up and clean down, if you know what I mean.

I am surprised that no one guessed what number is equivalent to “Thursday Afternoon” in my head, so here is a serious hint:  Monday is the first day of a standard work week. 


My Studio

Hey, at least I’m calling it a “studio” now (instead of “spare” room) even though I am still treating it like a glorified storage closet.

I’ve yet to make art in there. I go in, get stuff, haul supplies out, work on it someplace else, then just dump stuff back in there. I also dump other stuff in there so, once again, I’m cleaning out junk and trying to get it set up as a studio.

I know, it does not make much sense. The room has the best natural light in this apartment, plenty of work space between the glass top drawing table and a huge, L-shaped desk, more than adequate storage. Why is it a problem?

Maybe it’s the confinement thing? The idea of limiting creativity inside a square box defined by walls? I’d rather breathe art, be free to draw anywhere.

The neccessity of studio space is, after all, merely a need for a safe working environment. Not so much safe for me, but to protect works in progress and protect wee visiting children from hazardous tools; mustn’t let the toddlers play with razor blades.

I can wrap my mind around it, but I am not quite there yet. Anyway, that is what I am doing today, working on this corner of the studio so I can get busy on that mosaic guitar again.

Yes, a stained glass mosaic may be the best first project to do IN the studio as the benefits of leaving the work and supplies out, to simply shut and lock the door when the grandkids stop by, are quite obvious.

Odds are that I will continue to draw elsewhere.

Am I the only one with space issues?


I hopped the last bus tonight to go see the “No Reason” show at the Metamorphosis Gallery, located at 2 State Street in Struthers (across from Los Gallos), and ended up enjoying a couple hours of art and conversation.

It is a cool place. I wasn’t sure how the night would go having never been there before, if I would feel comfy enough to break out the pencils and hang out for awhile in an “open studio” environment with other artists there, each doing their own thing, but it was okay. Actually better than okay.

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