My studio is a tiny building on the property where my house is. It used to belong to Mr. Clayton Sheesley (the father of Wilsonia cabin owners Gene and Bob), who built clocks. He planed his wood where I draw – in the large front door and out the large back door, which I had removed when the building was remodeled for my studio.

I have this idea that if I paint murals on the outbuildings, people won’t notice their shabby condition. Besides, I think it is fun to be hit with a surprise when the door is opened!

This is how the interior looks when it is all cleaned up the for the biennial Three Rivers Studio Tour.

But I digress. I work in solitude, but not usually in silence. For several weeks, I was unable to get the internet in the studio, so it has been silent.

But, I am not alone.

Perkins, my sweet kitty, has survived 14 years while witnessing the demise of 14 other cats. It’s rough on cats in my neighborhood. I’m no math whiz, but even I can see that we have averaged the loss of one cat per year. Last summer we lost Zeke and Kaweah. I’m starting to get a little weird about Perkins. (“Starting??”, I can hear my husband ask!)

That is drawing #133 in the foreground. I’m moving forward on The Cabins of Wilsonia. (I have to put the title of the book in the post so that Mr.Google can find it. Normally I wouldn’t be so repetitive. Blogging isn’t quite the same as regular writing because if one wants to be found by Mr. Google, one must follow his rules.)