Well, everything is in a place in my studio today, but it certainly isn't in its place.
Dave is installing a new door in an old house. Yup, our old house. Yup, my studio. Nothing about the undertaking is straightforward. There are tools, nails, wood shavings, installation instructions, work gloves, a whisk broom, and hardware scattered in the vicinity of the door.
I am short on time and painting quickly this afternoon. My mess includes matte medium, a tooling stylus, paintbrushes, tubes of paint, a wet rag, scraps of torn paper, and a paint palette, each of which gets put down with no thought as I reach for the next item to move forward the creative idea of the moment.
Where door installation ends and painting begins? Hard to tell, hard to tell.
Great fun, though.
Tomorrow I will mise a few finishing touches en place in this painting and call it complete.
Oh, and maybe set my studio to rights, too.
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