My husband and I are using the weekend to clean out one of our upstairs rooms...
it used to be my studio but has turned into a messy junk room.
It' s a Huge Job to go through so much stuff and we spent all of yesterday doing just that.
I found some really cool art supplies (including a small bag of unidentified bones),
two of my grandmother's old dolls (with leather bodies)
and a sketchbook that I had as a young artist.
It was amusing, to see those old drawings that I did.
I loved drawing as much back then as I do now.
I spent a lot of time with my sketchbook, drawing the world around me.
Copying other artists, learning from them...
My family was fairly poor, no money for something as frivolous as art lessons.
So everything I learned was a result of putting pencil to paper.
I have to get back to work on that upstairs room now -
I'll leave you with a peek of new work that I started Friday night
(when I was supposed to be cleaning up in the downstairs studio...).