Don't tell me that you don't fart, pass gas, toot, whatever you want to call it, when you're all alone. Artist studios are no exception. Enough said.
I introduce you to my studio. It's my own downy little nest of creativity. Leaning against the wall is my cardboard box that doubles as a sleeping pad for mid-day napping. It's really nice. Graduate school is a good idea, if for no other reason than studio space and library privileges. Also being "faculty" lets me swim in the pool during faculty swim-yeah!
I also present to you my very first lithograph. After brushing a bunch of chemicals on the stone, then rubbing them off, along with a bunch of other crazy complicated steps, I was finally able to print the image. (printmaking is such a physical process, the class should count for a PE credit!)
Copying the title from erin the print is called "Glory Days."