canvas is on the easel

at about 3:00.

Just for perspective sake… here is my studio with the new canvas assembled and staring blankly back at me. This easel has a history that I was reminded of as I dusted it off for today's activities. It is twenty years old. Bryan and I were dating when we ran accross it in a huge flea market in Azusa California. We were in college and my one room apartment was a few blocks away. I can remember Bryan and I walking down the street with this easel in tow after paying 20 bucks for it. I used it in college and it has moved from California, to Canada, to Florida, to Maryland with us but became more of a romantic ornament than a useful tool. That is about to change.