Magicgroove Studio, circa 2000
This photo was taken at least 20 years ago by a commercial artist friend who was nearing retirement after a successful career. The digital age was dawning, and he, trained in the old school, wanted little to do with it. He took this photo with his analog camera and kindly gave me a print. He wanted me to have a picture, he said, of what my studio was like when it was brand new, fresh, still empty.
His implication was plain soon enough, as the place filled up with every kind of instrument, property, and consequence of work, inspiration, and simply dreaming. Drawers of pastels and pots of paint, bins of completed and half-completed projects, piles of failed canvases, bits of nature that have blown or rolled onto the property or simply come to the surface, a jar of BBs that makes a good weight, jugs of brushes, my father’s homemade drafting table, racks and rolls of papers. And all the dusty residue of precious, mere existence.
I spent the first few days of this new year shaking the place out and finding more room, organizing and condensing. I hadn’t intended to start the year with such a cleansing, but I wanted to import a rolling cart from the house, a sturdy wooden cart that would be oh so useful but the addition of which simply ground the entire studio to a halt. It was the proverbial straw. I must make more space. So a reordering was imperative.
But many of the items in this photo are still in the studio, such as the French half-easel and the cabinets inherited from a friend who just happened to be remodeling his kitchen at the time I was setting up. And the heavy, sturdy, rustic table against which I am leaning, still the center of my activities, built inside the room by the former owner who used it to clean his guns. Pinned to the wall are a couple pastel still-lifes I remember sketching, from arrangements that would have been set up on the old rusty stool that’s standing atop, yes, another rolling cart (still doing service, by the way).
The photographer, that day he came as the first visitor to my studio, also gave me a “housewarming” gift, a mason jar holding a colorful cloth bouquet. It’s still here.