Started the day off with working in the Fig House Garden. Pulling up stones and hoeing weeds and finally placing new stones for a path. Then the continuing moving saga. Had to head to SF to my old studio to try and clear out some more things. Here’s a picture of the new studio and one of the many dramatic skies I will be seeing from now on. What I love about the new studio is the buildings nearby are low so you get big sky sunsets. Unloaded and got the Zip Car back just in time.
So I’ve been moving for two months now – February and March – almost done. First I moved my home to Berkeley and then decided to move my artist studio there as well. I had everything at my old artist studio which was mostly a storage unit in San Francisco. So the latest moving trip today was to move heavy shelves to Berkeley along with a rug which barely fit into my new home. Things are coming along and I can’t wait to show you my new improved studio. But that’s another day. FYI The resident cat likes the rug.
She’s been with me through so much. I drew her when I was 17 back in 1983. The first drawing I thought was good enough to frame. A young Marlene Dietrich who became my muse when I was thirsting for something/anything in Northern Kentucky. I’ve always taken her with me to the East Coast to the West Coast. I’ve done a lot of things over the years but she will always be my first love. She’s been hiding out in my studio since my breakup last year. She has finally come home to Berkeley. This is one thing I did when I was young that always makes me happy.
I’ve been busy trying to handle moving my home and studio to Berkeley. I promise I’ll have some cool pictures for you soon. I had to take down my photo that was on the Artist Wall at Art Explosion from 4 years ago. I loved my studio but things must change and here I go. The last photo is of my sculpture in the new space at Firehouse Collective Studios. I have to create walls and define a space out in the open – something sort of challenging. The blue tape on the floor defines my space. My big move is Saturday and I have a hell of a lot of work ahead of me but I promise some interesting posts when it is all said and done.
After slumber, the fig tree is coming back to life. The camera can’t capture what my eye can see. At night the lit up leaves with the stars as a background is really amazing. This is the best I can do with my amateur photographic skills. The house is named after the tree and we’re known in the community as FIG HOUSE.