Looking around for a subject to sketch — it’s either very hot and humid outside or pouring down heavy rain — and my art space is in front of me. This is my maternal grandfather’s old table that came from his barber shop. An old antique cash register sat on this table which was painted red at the time. There’s a back raised edge that Grandpa drilled holes in to hold his pencils.
The two drawers are stuffed with art tools and travel palettes. When we used the table as a work station in the center of our last kitchen in Kansas, it had an added butcher block fitted to the top. That’s when I added those hooks on the side, to hold our kitchen towels.
The Winsor chair is also a family piece, having come from Bill’s grandmother, the same one who gave me her sad irons. In both our families, we tended to be the ones interested in holding on to these old pieces. They are full of memory!
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