studio odds n ends
Some random, photos, clippings, quotes on my studio door. The watercolor is my son's.
A weird plaster caryatid I trashpicked about 8 yrs ago.
high up on my studio wall, a drawing of my father, and some paintings by my son. From time to time he comes to the studio and I set him up to make some paintings. He likes to use one of my printmaking ink rollers, and he goes to town with it.
A flattened Mister Softee cup, pinned to my wall like a prize butterfly. One magical summer in Toledo, our first on the South Side after living in the Old West End, there was a Mister Softee truck in the neighborhood, serving soft serve ambrosia right out of a truck! It never came back after that, and when I moved to NYC in 1991, I was overjoyed to see this chimeric totem from my childhood was alive and well in the big city.
Blurry self portrait.
Small drawings and paintings kept in the corner during the open studio.
Some random, photos, clippings, quotes on my studio door. The watercolor is my son's.
A weird plaster caryatid I trashpicked about 8 yrs ago. 
high up on my studio wall, a drawing of my father, and some paintings by my son. From time to time he comes to the studio and I set him up to make some paintings. He likes to use one of my printmaking ink rollers, and he goes to town with it.
A flattened Mister Softee cup, pinned to my wall like a prize butterfly. One magical summer in Toledo, our first on the South Side after living in the Old West End, there was a Mister Softee truck in the neighborhood, serving soft serve ambrosia right out of a truck! It never came back after that, and when I moved to NYC in 1991, I was overjoyed to see this chimeric totem from my childhood was alive and well in the big city. 
Blurry self portrait.
Small drawings and paintings kept in the corner during the open studio. 
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