Here is my basement studio, complete with hazards. I fear that one day I'll trip over something and fall into one of my paintings. I've already banged my head on a nail and spent the next hour bleeding and trying to not fall asleep.
This is where the magic happens. It's also where the cats sleep in the winter, the cricket spiders reproduce and where all things are sent to become dusty and forgotten.
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