Judging by the comments, many of you enjoyed seeing the outside of Marja's studio in addition to her desk inside it...so I thought I'd post another outside picture today, this time of my Bumblehill Studio, nestled among the trees on the side of a hill (above). It's more ramshackle than Marja's lovely cabin (which is as elegant as the painter herself), but it has it's own woodsy, leafy, tumbledown charm and I love it dearly.
Behind it, stone stairs, a gate and a path lead over a stream and into a woodland:
Next, the view from the studio windows, looking over the fields of the village Commons and out to the stone peak of Kestor in the far distance:
Below, Tilly surveys her domain. When she's in the studio with me, she likes to sit with her nose pressed to the window glass, spying on her nemeses: our neighbor's five cats....
And now you know where I'm writing from when I send out these posts in the hour before dawn (like messenges in bottles cast into the sea, never quite knowing just where they are going to fetch up)...a cup of strong coffee beside me...Tilly at my feet...the wind singing through the trees of the woods...and something like this on the stereo as I gear up to start my work day:
"Marie Cassie" from Ode a l'Acadie
