I am posting this picture of my latest chaotic-looking creation to encourage all those whose artistic ambitions are hampered by lack of space. I feel it has a touch of the Hieronymous Bosch about it. I always have a little snigger when a client grandly asks to visit my studio, as (in the immortal words of C S Lewis) I come from The Land of Spare 'Oom. But last week I completed my new workstation, which takes up no more than a few feet of floorspace. (We won't mention all the tools and clobber in the garage). My handiwork has been over nine months in the gestation and has become known as 'Frankendesk' in the family, being cobbled together out of discarded bookshelves and kiddie furniture with salvaged screws and tail ends of paint. Like its namesake's monster it is not a thing of beauty - don't look closely at my joinery skills - but it's amazing what a bit of mastic will do to disguise a botched screw head. I have all the shelves and drawers I need for pots, pigments, lotions and potions, places to store paper and rags, flap out gizmos for extra space, arrangements to avoid slopping water and ink, a writing slope, dust-free drying shelves, lighting, and a hundred conveniences beside. Eat your heart out Chippendale.
The view from my desk
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