You can probably tell a lot about an artist by looking at their studio. So what does my ‘studio’ say about me? Hmmmm. It consists of an amazing metal cabinet (with a childproof compartment) that I found at a thrift store, haphazardly shoved it into my tiny trunk which I tied down, sort of, with a slacklining rope and drove 45 minutes to my basement apartment with a rambunctious (extreme understatement) two year old in tow the whole time. I filled it with all of my waterlogged/splintered paintbrushes and other precious materials and sandwiched it between the kitchen table and the rocking chair. I set up the easel that my husband surprised me with before I graduated art school six years ago…and voila…I had a studio. About nine months later I added a newborn to the mix and that about sums it up. So what does my studio say about me? I’m here. I’m persistent. I’m making it work…one chaotic day at a time.