last year a friend of mine asked me what my art studio is like...at the time, my studio was housed in a smoking chamber in an old sausage factory across the street from the Amtrak station in Oakland. The building was slated for demolition  and was extremely dirty and funky and dark and creepy. I told my friend that the building was a dump, not at all the "art studio" that one might imagine, that it was a very primitive workplace. He replied, "That's as it should be when you go toe to toe with the muse..." my studio has relocated twice since that conversation; the sausage factory is mincemeat  and the next studio, a warehouse (former manufacturing facility for artificial heart valves and pumps and whatnot), fell victim to Berkeley real estate development politics. my studio - for the time being -  is in a corner of another funky warehouse, this one in the heart of the west oakland live | work | art mecca. still pretty primitive but with gorgeous morning light and razor wire around the work yard for atmosphere.
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