My studio is on a slant.
A rather large slant.
No problem, right?
Well...yes. When you work with water, which flows, and puddles of paint, it becomes a problem.
But I refuse to give up my windows and the kudzu jungle outside of them.
So today I neatly stack a pile of books under one end of my painting.
I squat down and pull out a level to measure.
And then I figure it's close enough to okay and stand up to work.
Just another quirk of this crazy old house.
I don't think I'd have it any other way.
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