The definition of studio: workplace. My studio is definitely that, I paint here, hence the paint on the floor, it is my potting shed and so much more. Sometimes I relax here, which I admit isn't often enough.
I asked my family to drag up from the lake, a well weathered, dead tree trunk, not without some protest though. I turned it upside down and placed it in the corner, and left the vine that had grown on it intack. In the summer I have Carolina Wrens nesting and in the winter Cardinals roost in the top.
On to my potting bench . . . . .
It is made from salvaged barn wood and the sink was salvaged from a farm dump. The faux faucets are actually knobs purchased from Hobby Lobby. I love the look of the vintage apron.
Above the potting bench/sink is an old gate with various items hanging on it.
The porch swing was made by my son, I change the color almost every year. I made the cushion, as you can see on the end of the cushion, I use buttons for easy laundering. This is actually the view from where I sit at my computer.
I am not a neat painter, I was looking at the floor of the studio one day and the paint splatters reminded me of a floor mat. So I decided to make it look more like a floor mat by painting the word LOVE inside the splatters.
And finally, my garden angel keeping watch.
