I thought you might like more peeks inside my studio and this seems like just the right time, since I'm about to begin another late night work fest. If you were here, you'd see sprinkles of black glitter and big flakes of mica glitter on one table, with bits of black and cream paper littering the floor below.
The big old door which serves as a table in the back room is covered with pumpkin colored segments and panes of glass and a nice papercut chandelier which I'm about to slice into three sections and frame for my next book.
Here is my well loved printing press, which I've blogged about a bit before.
This is my favorite little table. The legs are from two different tables, the mirror was a stray, the top is a salvaged piece of linoleum flooring. And best of all it has a little drawer that came out of a local dairy. It's home this week to my grandad's typewriter.
The type cases hold font after font in their slim little drawers. One of these days I'll snap a photo so you can see the letters reclining in their dusty cubbyholes, shoulder to shoulder.
