Since moving my studio into my home and deciding to have it in my living room I have run across countless reasons why this is currently the best place to have it. The top reasons:
- Every time I walk through my house I see my work and think, “Dang. I’m crushing it.”
- My home looks like what I feel like inside.
- I can make art at any hour of the day; I end up drawing more often.
- Underwear is an acceptable outfit.
Making art always comes in fits and bursts and these last two weeks was a bit fitful. I didn’t get to make as much art as my mind longed to, however, when I did it was in the morning with my second cup of coffee.
I appreciate every little line I get to make and because I slowed down my production this last year, any moment to draw is particularly special. What a relief when time passes as you wait for the meadow; the sadness is falling away and drawing is weaving back into my life. The little treasures from my process remind me how lucky I am to always have my art to turn to.
The tiny progress I made this week makes me happy. The skeleton has been on my table for some time now, but after my art hang night with my friend, Dan, I came home to add a little detail I discovered when we made our exquisite corpses:
The newest drawing I started this month is slowly forming, too. Not sure what the story is behind it, but I am in love:
In conclusion, having my art studio in my living room is the tits. Living the dream, bitches.
A Good Cunt 
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