Studio

I suppose there comes a time in every artist's career when the garage just isn't large enough to function as studio space, storage unit, bicycle shelter and mechanic workstation.  In 2002, there was an earnest effort made to move out of the garage as my husband and I stumbled upon a little 1930's bungalow styled adobe home for sale.  It was 900 square feet, no heat or air conditioning...perfect!  It came with all the comforts of the garage
plus room to work.

The house has a story. The previous owner, Bell, had lived there since the 1940's.  We know this because we understand that the house originally had no indoor plumbing - the bathroom that exists today was built from the back porch by her husband ( the original window to the backyard opens into the bathroom).  When we demolished the existing wall panels we found the interior wall structures built from citrus crates and ammo boxes dated from the 1940's. The house to the east was home to her sister's family - I understand they owned the first gas station in town. The stories tell of a close family and of a family that sometimes missed their home in the southeast.  Behind Bell's sister's house is a strange hewn rock that the grass grows up around; it's the well from the home they grew up in   as young girls. Today, it's just a nuisance to the renters when it's time to mow, but to Bell  and her sister it was part of home.