Where I work
I painted here in the garage of my childhood home all of July 2015. Glorious sunshine and coastline spread before me, but the real reason I could work was that my children were cared for so greatly below by my parents.
Case in point:
Doting grandmother; mellow dog; personalized play forts (one built for each kid!); huge back yard. Put me into this situation a few times: http://www.thecomicstrips.com/store/add.php?iid=130702
First I invaded a corner of the bedroom, then took over half the garage, then leapt over to a ranch porch for a few weeks, then to an expansive attic for a month. But all the paintings initiate in the backyard.
In late winter, early spring, I had the honor of hours at this spot. I am so truly thankful to have been welcomed, to have been present for so many sounds (thundering hooves down the field, acorns trickling down tin roofs, mail truck swerving slowly down a long county road from one side to another in its delivery route), the aromas of citrus blossoms and fresh cut grasses, the brilliance of canola blossoms and the flash of a Western Bluebird.