Thirty years ago, as a painter, I had a studio. That fairy tale come true lasted for four years and three months before I went into the Navy. I always wanted another studio, a devil may care place to dream and create. For a couple of decades, it remained an elusive fairy tale dream. Now I find myself in the fairy tale again.
I wore green at work today for St. Patrick's Day. After work, I attacked the West wall, all 100 feet of it, with a vengance. Underneath the paneling and wallpaper I found eggshell blue to complement the institutional green on the East wall.