Constantly moving and in contrast with the other rooms within my living space where everything is setup to fit.

Sometimes neat like a surgery room, but mostly messed up like a battle field.

Light everywhere, even in the darkest corners of my being.

From time to time a naked person, a model posing.

Scent of oil, turpentine and freedom.

Pensils drying here and there.

The place where I am me.

Come and see …..