Last week, the fun and talented Cindy Fatsis asked if she could photograph my studio as part of a project she was working on.
Cindy was born with an eye for composition and color. You see it in her design work, in how she dresses and in her photos. You know it the minute you look at her.
She did not want to take any photos of my artwork. Just my space.
As it was. As I work.
We walked in together that morning. And my studio was as I left it the day before.
I love seeing my world (my studio sink!) through Cindy's eyes.
My slippers that my rescue puppy chewed and I refuse to throw out seen through ribbons.
Old postcards hung from clothespins on a painted over canvas.
Same canvas further down the ribbon. Flowers from a friend saved. Sanding sponge. Pieces of painted paper. The top of a Starbucks gum pack (perfect size for tiny house windows).
A face mask sitting over studies of houses on stilts. I will eventually finish that painting that needed these studies.
Looking out the window in my back workroom. A flower. A salvaged word. Shadows.
My typewriter always ready for a photo. Flowers. An "embrace imperfection" hand that refuses to be close to perfect.
Across the way of that same table.
"Hey Cindy, since you have that camera out..................?".
She captures my intense face as I sew. I look like this a lot.
This is me and my beloved coffee saying good-bye to Cindy. Saying come back soon Cindy.
I think one of the things I love best about my studio are the creative people who visit. Speaking of visit, my studio is open (most) every Saturday from noon to 4p.
Come by. See that sink for yourself. xo
ps. Isn't Cindy inspiring? Grab a camera and look for different angles. I think my favorite shot above is the studio sink. What is yours?