Transition Time: Farewell Post

I wrote my first blog post on October 19, 2007, not knowing how long I would do it or where it would take me. Well, here is it almost six years later and I'm stilling blogging away. I've written 905 blog posts and shared thousands of photos. I recently revamped my website and now it is time to revamp my blog, so this is my final post on this site. I'll have links on my website and new blog to this old version, so nothing will be lost. I hope you'll hop on over to my new blog and continue to follow me in my art adventures.

The Big Move and Transformation

 

We moved on New Year's Day and for the past two weeks I have lived and breathed unpacking and decorating. We were fortunate to hire a painter and a handyman to take care of the painting and the odd things that needed to be done, but I was often up and going as early as 4:00 am. I guess it was excitement fueled by adrenalin and a bit of fear (fast approaching art deadlines). We not only moved from our smallish living space, we also closed up Alley Art Studio, my one-bedroom studio devoted to all things art and kitschy. So without much more commentary, I present the home we bought in NE Salem.

The BEFORE photos, a home that was lovingly and comfortably decorated by the previous owners.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then we moved in and mixed it all up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Onward, or downward, to the basement. My painting studio is on the second floor of the house and my assemblage/scrappy/supply studio is in the basement. Also in the basement is Howard's man cave, although he prefers to call it a game room. We'll see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As with all homes, it's a work in process, but as of today, this is what it looks like. Come visit me!

End of an Era

Alley Art Studio is relocating and I've begun the arduous task of dismantling a one-bedroom house devoted entirely to studio space (and the display and storage of a crazy amount of bits and pieces). I'm moving the studio home, a new home to us, a 1926 beauty in central Salem. I rarely have made enough on a month-to-month basis to pay rent on my studio space, but that's been one of the perks of sleeping with the landlord. It's a bittersweet time. I've loved my studio, also affectionately known as my playhouse, but I'm looking forward to being able to work whenever I want, and in my jammies if creative inspiration strikes late at night. On Christmas night, my sweet husband gave up on a Christmas movie to help me pack up a portion of the studio (portion being the operative word). And so it begins . . . a transition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, thee will be a grand garage sale in the spring.