Summer in the Studio

My studio is a hot little place this time of year. No air-conditioning, and precious little ventilation. Who invented casement windows anyway? With a fan going full tilt, and very little clothing on, I can work for an hour or two. But mostly I dodge in, pile up more possibilties, and dash back out to somewhere cool.

So the new fabrics are piling up in various corners, and ideas are hanging from every wall.

There is promising work in progress, waiting for the humidity to drop so I can think again.

Meanwhile, Butterscotch, my familiar, is annoyed by my absence, and sheds accordingly.