The holiday tsunami is over and I have one week of classes under my belt. Time to clean up the studio. This gets done very infrequently and I hate dealing with the thick layer of dust that pastel and charcoal leave behind. As well as my penchant for not putting things away when I'm done with them. I even got around to repairing the easel. So here it is, cleaned up--sort of--for the moment.
And now it's time to think about my next piece. I think it will have something to do with Emily Dickinson's poem "Hope is the thing with feathers".