Through the red door and up the stairs, there are 4 or 5 doors on each side of the hallway, a reminder that the building at 217 N. Meridian was a brothel in 1910. The artist's studio was wonderful, just like I would want for myself. A loft with big windows, skylights. She has her own space where she paints, a small kitchen, and an area for the 12 of us and our model.
I nervously put charcoal to paper. My first drawing was small, porportions not quite right. I started again, different paper, conte crayon, and let my right brain take over. The studio is quiet, each of us in the "zone", channeling our creativity. This is what I was looking for, a community of artists to connect with, others who love to draw and paint.
