Studio Workshop of Recollections 54
This space has certainly evolved. For about the last four years, I have been in a perpetual migration, searching for studio space to experiment in watercolors. I have enjoyed the extra bedroom in my house that formerly served as a study for my high school and college preparations. I have also been grateful to the Burson Gallery in Hillsboro for providing studio space during summer months over the years. I have as well enjoyed the back of my open Jeep Grand Cherokee, the idyllic pasture lands of Lyndon Acres in Burleson, and anyplace else I could park to work in watercolor, whether en plein air or in an enclosed room.
Over the past year, I have been carving out space in my garage, laughingly calling it the Man Cave. But recently, I have taken this space more seriously, especially enjoying its sweet solitude late at night, with the door open, and the cool evening Texas breezes filling it. During Spring Break, I spent most nights (and mornings after midnight) in this space.
Having recently moved my art festival booth furnishings to the perimeter of this space, I hatched this wild idea last week of converting this into a studio space to accommodate more than one person. That idea filled some of the space of my Spring Break. I especially enjoy now the presence of a portable TV/VCR where I have been rolling interview tapes of Willem de Kooning. I’m also benefiting from my vintage stereo and turntable (LOVE listening to Muddy Waters LPs!). I also have several easels upon which I can put up my works in progress and view them from across the garage while I’m working on something else. I have two bookcases filled with my art, literature and philosophy monographs, as well as a number of comfortable chairs and reading lamps, along with five tables with ample space for organizing paintings, art supplies, journal, laptop and whatever else I need. I feel that I could compete with Robert Motherwell as to library/studio/office space, though I could no doubt have used a portion of his financial fortune for a “prettier, classier'” space.
The timing of this couldn’t be better. An artist from Wichita, Kansas is due early this evening to take several hours of private watercolor lessons from me. He has come to visit his daughter who lives in a nearby town. We met at the Grapefest art festival last fall in Grapevine, he took my business card and inquired about private lessons. So, now he is choosing to give me a chance.
I don’t know exactly how to put this–I don’t feel like a “master.” I don’t. I’m still a curious student of watecolor, still learning, still experimenting, still reading, still devouring museum art and trying to find myself in this wonderful medium. But having been a teacher of academics since 1985, I will honestly say that I love teaching, I love giving, pouring out my heart and passion, in any way that will benefit someone wanting to learn new things. And I am profoundly grateful to this man for giving me yet another chance this evening to share these things. I cannot wait for him to arrive (and I hope my space suits him, as he will be the first “customer” to enter and use this space!).
Thanks for reading. I still have some tidying to do, as you can see from this photo.