A UNICORN NAMED SPARKLE came to me like that, on a walk, all in a flash. Sometimes I get my best ideas when I am taking a walk. I write my stories and do pencil sketches at the kitchen table, or on the couch, or at the local coffee shop. Generally, I only use my studio to do final artwork. This happens because when I am in the flow of work I don’t want anything to interrupt or disturb that creative impulse. There is reference material spread on every flat surface, tubes of paint and rags and brushes by my work area, and reject artwork on the floor. When I am deep into my work, however, it looks like a mini tornado has flung piles of debris all around the place. When I am not in the middle of a project I like to keep my studio neat and orderly, with a place for everything and everything in its place. And once: a fox, at the edge of the woods across the marsh. I usually will see some sort of animal life – a great blue heron sweeping by, two young raccoons climbing the tree just outside, a herd of deer, or maybe the neighbor’s chickens. I often gaze outside to rest my eyes and to take a mental break. There are windows on three sides, with lovely views of the marsh in the back of our house. The ceiling is a bit low and there is no sink, but all in all it is a fine space. My studio is a large and well-lit walkout basement.
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