I was in my studio most of the afternoon yesterday, and it's gradually looking more like a workshop than an art space. . . but that's ok. Something told me that it was right. It was at the same time peaceful and energetic, if that makes any sense. Ideas were running rampant, a few projects were attended to in stages, but, the huge wood table was in the center of it all. Built by my Dad for our family dinners, the table had served not only food but also as a meeting place for all 5 of us kids at the end of the day. Games were played on it. Homework and projects were done. Birthday and holiday celebrations began and ended there. As I worked today, not only the table, but the old wood clamps, his clamps . . .and the saw, his saw. . . and the levels, his levels, were surrounding me, and it felt good. Comforting. It's nice to know that as I work here now, his time spent with me in his little shop so long ago still brings me close to him.
This beautiful vintage chair belonged to someone's grandmother, and is getting ready for an update with a new fabric seat and some sanding on the arms and legs. Yes, it's got a little wear on the arms, but that's what makes it so full of character and interest. We'll let you see it when it's finished.
Speaking of tables, this one is a consigned piece from a wonderful Victorian home in Englewood. Won a design award from the Chicago Art Institute in the 70's, and is a really good example of mixing the elements of tradition with contemporary styling. Deep black glass top, shiny chrome edging and black cambriole legs. It was packed and stored for a few years, so it has retained it's just about perfect condition. Special thanks to Bobby & Michael for re- assembling this one for us. Come in and check it out when you have a few minutes.
Enjoy your day!
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