I love messy studios, watching an artist at work and looking closely at a painting that is half finished. I love the smell of turpentine, the colors of dried paint on an old artist palette, the messy apron with paint strokes all over it. It reminds me of my mom, painting in the evenings while my sister and I tried to give her peace and quiet while she worked on her dream as an artist. That is why I love the smell of turpentine. The smell I associate with my mom being busy doing what she loved.
Over the past few years I have become obsessed with artist studios. You can learn so much about a person by being in their studio. You can truly feel their energy, their personally, their being.
A few days ago I bought the new Hungarian Elle Decor. It is a fantastic issue full of color print and pattern. But the pages that I can not stop looking at are the ones about Claire Basler. The photos of her in her studio/home painting are mesmerizing. I love how she has brought the outdoors in. I love the tree branches in the large vases. I imagine she feels like she is painting in a forest while she is working.
Her paintings are wonderful. They have an Asian feel to them. I like the colors, the mystical feeling I get when I look at them. I imagine running through fields before a storm. Check out her website for images of her artwork. Click here.A confession: I actually have looked at these photos for so long that last night I had a dream that we bought a warehouse and converted it into my studio and our home. It was HUGE with high ceiling and lots of rustic feel. One big room cleverly divided into small living spaces.