this is my studio. we built it ourselves.
it is not big but is full of texture and tactile materials.
through the skylights i watch airplanes circle en route to and from the atlanta airport.
a 100 year old camilla brings small birds to my door.
sometimes i paint outside because i like to listen to the city of atlanta unfold all day.
(and the weather is splendid most of the year.)
beyond my studio walls the city continues. sirens. box cars. subway trains per every 10 minute interval.
birds. children. shops. restaurants. runners. walkers. cars. trucks. airplanes.