Inventory of a Studio
First, views of the empty 9 x 9 space:





Then, objects arrive, starting with the easel:

This is a nice sturdy metal easel which I've had for several years. Provenance: art supply store in the dunes.
Next in is the studio chair:
It was a very expensive and substantial chair at one time, but is missing a bolt or two, so got it used and for a song at the same art supply store in the dunes as the easel. The hydraulic lift still works great and it is very comfortable, if noisy.
Next come shelves, "floating" type shelving. Provenance: our old gallery. I save everything and schlep it from place to place, room to room as needed:

Next is the ratty old cart, a Cosco-type metal kitchen/pantry cart ca. 1982. Squeaky, rusty, and yet still usable:

Buckets of gesso and medium are great for ballast on the bottom shelf of the ratty old cart:

The palette is a butcher tray from Utrecht in Chicago; the paint bin is a red livestock pharmaceutical bin from a resale shop for 50 cents:

More crap: glass peanut butter and pasta sauce jars, old lint-free dishtowel, brushes both cheap and expensive:

Then a simple bookcase. Provenance: my son's room during his grade school years. There's another one like it in my husband's office. Ca 1990 from some long-departed discount store:

Old table with new printer. $8 side table from Goodwill a couple of years ago; printer is Canon MX310 which is probably the only printer I've ever owned that I've ever actually enjoyed using. 2-level table has enough room for paper and various Avery products, as well as a place to plug in the laptop for print jobs:

Small jute rug from some outlet store or other about 15 years ago:

Corner of rug has the word "sample" written on it, which is why i got it for $1.

Bullet can from son's old room during his high school years in his favorite color: black. Its a great can, tho, heavy plastic and sturdy and holds as much as a standard kitchen can:

The painting apron. Provenance: son's childhood cooking kit, ca 1991. Came with a chef's hat, too, which I still have, but don't wear when I paint.

Thinking Chair. Provenance: paternal great-grandmother, who gave it to grandma, who gave it to my mom, who then gave it to me when I was ready for a "big girl" bedroom ca 1962. It's been painted many colors, from white to pink to blue to yellow to black to white to yellow and then to a kind of faded green. Might paint it yellow again. Maybe.

Momcat on Thinking Chair. b. kliban cat pillow ca 1984. I like b. kliban cats. My current cat thinks it is a real cat:

Cat's Basket. Provenance: Crate and Barrel outlet, intended for magazines but co-opted by Tiger the cat ca 1999. Eventually co-opted by current cat Tabby.

Old table. Provenance: aunt and uncle. It's not a valuable antique, and can really use a paint job:

Beloved trivet. Provenance: son's kindergarten project, ca 1986. Have used it every day ever since:

Bunny Gates. View of the cookery garden from the new studio's window. Dad made the gates for me for my old house, and I couldn't leave them behind. Planted a pear tree out there this spring, but the little thing is hard to see in this pic:

In the next blog I'll show it all in action!





Then, objects arrive, starting with the easel:

This is a nice sturdy metal easel which I've had for several years. Provenance: art supply store in the dunes.
Next in is the studio chair:
It was a very expensive and substantial chair at one time, but is missing a bolt or two, so got it used and for a song at the same art supply store in the dunes as the easel. The hydraulic lift still works great and it is very comfortable, if noisy.Next come shelves, "floating" type shelving. Provenance: our old gallery. I save everything and schlep it from place to place, room to room as needed:

Next is the ratty old cart, a Cosco-type metal kitchen/pantry cart ca. 1982. Squeaky, rusty, and yet still usable:

Buckets of gesso and medium are great for ballast on the bottom shelf of the ratty old cart:

The palette is a butcher tray from Utrecht in Chicago; the paint bin is a red livestock pharmaceutical bin from a resale shop for 50 cents:

More crap: glass peanut butter and pasta sauce jars, old lint-free dishtowel, brushes both cheap and expensive:

Then a simple bookcase. Provenance: my son's room during his grade school years. There's another one like it in my husband's office. Ca 1990 from some long-departed discount store:

Old table with new printer. $8 side table from Goodwill a couple of years ago; printer is Canon MX310 which is probably the only printer I've ever owned that I've ever actually enjoyed using. 2-level table has enough room for paper and various Avery products, as well as a place to plug in the laptop for print jobs:

Small jute rug from some outlet store or other about 15 years ago:

Corner of rug has the word "sample" written on it, which is why i got it for $1.

Bullet can from son's old room during his high school years in his favorite color: black. Its a great can, tho, heavy plastic and sturdy and holds as much as a standard kitchen can:

The painting apron. Provenance: son's childhood cooking kit, ca 1991. Came with a chef's hat, too, which I still have, but don't wear when I paint.

Thinking Chair. Provenance: paternal great-grandmother, who gave it to grandma, who gave it to my mom, who then gave it to me when I was ready for a "big girl" bedroom ca 1962. It's been painted many colors, from white to pink to blue to yellow to black to white to yellow and then to a kind of faded green. Might paint it yellow again. Maybe.

Momcat on Thinking Chair. b. kliban cat pillow ca 1984. I like b. kliban cats. My current cat thinks it is a real cat:

Cat's Basket. Provenance: Crate and Barrel outlet, intended for magazines but co-opted by Tiger the cat ca 1999. Eventually co-opted by current cat Tabby.

Old table. Provenance: aunt and uncle. It's not a valuable antique, and can really use a paint job:

Beloved trivet. Provenance: son's kindergarten project, ca 1986. Have used it every day ever since:

Bunny Gates. View of the cookery garden from the new studio's window. Dad made the gates for me for my old house, and I couldn't leave them behind. Planted a pear tree out there this spring, but the little thing is hard to see in this pic:

In the next blog I'll show it all in action!


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