Lately I’ve been getting an unusually high number of requests to “tour my studio”. While the sentiment is lovely, and I think no less of anyone who asks this, it does make me giggle a little inside. Right before I go into “oh hell no” mode. Well… since you asked, here are a few reasons why this would be a lousy idea…

1. My studio is in my home. As romantic as it may seem to “tour an artist’s studio”, this is the same place where I sleep/ eat/ shower. Mind, I don’t sleep/ eat/ shower IN my studio, but you have to walk through those parts to get to where the “magic” happens. I walk through them all the time.  But should you need to walk through them, I would have to clean them.

2. My house is a “fixer upper”. Those of you who read my blog with any regularity know this; in fact you’re quite possibly wondering how anyone in their right mind could live in such a place — except you’re nice enough to not say it. My driveway has potholes, my garage leans like the Tower of Pisa, and I have a yard full of weeds where the grass should be. Again, this is perfectly fine for me, as I can delude myself into thinking I am slowly fixing it up, and some  magical day it will be done and all will be right with the world.  (When that day comes, please feel free to pop by unannounced.)

3. I have a cat.  Said cat likes to play a little game I like to call “puke on the rug”.  This game is all about the element of surprise.  The cat usually wins. While I am obligated to play said game with the cat, you are not.  You’ll thank me later.

Truthfully though, for all it’s faults, my house also has lots of charm.  And “charm” isn’t code for “it sucks”.  (That’s “character-building”.)  It has a pond in the backyard.  WITH a waterfall.  (I know, cool, right?)  Filled with giant cattails and purdy fish, and a Japanese threadleaf maple weeping gently over the side.  If you can ignore the driveway, I will totally let you sneak in the backyard and sit in the comfy chair.   It also has hardwood floors and a pellet fireplace.  Which means my house will be heated to 78 degrees in the winter, and you can sock-skate to your heart’s content.  There is artwork everywhere.  (This has less to do with the fact that I’m an artist and more to do with the fact that I have a birthday, and super-cool friends.)  But most importantly…

I have a studio : }

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