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After yesterday's links to studio tours, Guy Francis (a very talented illustrator with a fun
blog) asked me to post a photo tour of my studio. Far be it from me to disappoint my legions (*cough!*) of fans, so here goes...
My studio is actually the master bedroom of a 3-bedroom house I purchased when I was still a bachelor. It's a starter home from the 1950's. No basement, but plenty of room for a single guy. Bedroom #1 became the studio, bedroom #2 became my storage room, and I slept in bedroom #3.
Since then I've met and married my lovely wife (Jennie) and had a baby girl (Anna). I now live in the incredible shrinking house. Bedroom #2 became Anna's room, so I had to toss out some of my junk and move the rest into my studio, which was a tight fit. Then Jennie started a part-time job working from home, so I bought her a desk and wedged it into the studio as well. The house is feeling awfully tight. The upside is that it has forced us to live "lean and mean" and get rid of a lot of junk we didn't really need.
The studio is L-shaped, which makes it difficult to stand back and get a good picture. These pics were all taken with my iPhone (which has no flash) so they aren't real crisp, but they should do:
Communication Arts is a quality art magazine for creatives. It's an expensive magazine printed on thick glossy paper, but it has a lot of good content. Several issues are themed around "annuals" (Design Annual, Illustration Annual, Photography Annual, etc.) which means that a big chunk of those issues contains the latest and greatest work being done in that media (at least, as judged by the editors). Lots of good content in the articles too.
This article is primarliy aimed at two groups of freelancers: Californians who have been experiencing massive power outages, and Minnesotans who live in my blackout-proned neighborhood.
In recent months I've had three major power outages lasting several hours each, plus a few minor ones. Twice, in order to meet deadlines, I've had to pack up my computer, drive across town, and set up a temporary studio at my mother-in-law's house. She was very sweet for letting me impose on her, but it was an enormous hassle nonetheless. (Untangling a rat's nest of computer cables in the dark is not what I would call fun.)
After the third outage in two months, I'd had enough.