I shut down my woodshop and sculpture studio a few years ago, preserving my shekels for the rent. Since then I have dreamed of regaining a real studio. A proper place to work is a necessity, not a luxury. A dedicated space, a "room of one's own" encourages the dual alternating needs of daydreaming and discipline that any creative endeavor requires. Perhaps a few years will see a new shed in the backyard, big enough to paint, print, draw etc. and daydream of course. At present I'm painting in a corner of the basement, dark, cold and cement, but it's something. Here are some small paintings.