Going to the studio
Our house officially went on the market this past Thursday evening, and some how with that I feel like our planned move is all the more real. Now, as I walk around all of my familiar places, I find that I am trying to make myself remember the details of our day to day. So, I'm starting a new feature here on my blog, my future memory log, I will include pictures of places that resonate with me deeply here in New York as well as places that I see often that I want to remember.
We have had our studio space for nine years, it is in an old warehouse underneath an elevated subway track, in a gritty area of Brooklyn called Gowanus, only a 5 minute drive from our house. Even though I work at home now, I still love going over to our old studio space, where both Frank and I have years of work stored and Frank's paintings in progress are so exciting to see. Last night we went there with friends we are also moving away, and wanted to buy some of our paintings before they left. So we did one of my favorite things with them, a studio visit where Frank and I pulled pieces out for them to look at over glasses of wine, until they chose their absolute favorite ones...one of Frank's and two small ones of mine.