After moving furniture, sweeping, mopping (and mopping again), dusting and scrubbing, my studio is in order. This is by far the biggest studio I’ve ever had. Actually, it’s an entire classroom. Tucked away up on a hill in West Homestead on the south east side of Pittsburgh, I now occupy a room that decades ago was filled with schoolchildren. Today there’s a sign making business on the first floor with artist tenants scattered around the periphery, including Pittsburgh legend, Bob Qualters.
I feel like I should be doing cartwheels in my new space because, well, I can. Guests are welcome since there’s room to sit in my “living room” and glance across the room at my paintings.