Photos of my workshop. At last! My arm is complete again.
The back porch of our apartment is enclosed and has nice large windows and we knew, when we moved, that it would be perfect for a workshop for me. For the past eight months, the windows have been hidden behind the boxes that we had yet to unpack. If you’ve been wondering why there have been a dearth of puppet posts, it’s because I had nowhere to work.
Yesterday, that changed.
I have felt so off-kilter being unable to build things. The whole writer thing is great, but I’m still a puppeteer at heart. I spent the morning standing in an uninsulated room in Chicago in January, with a box of weasel heads and a paint brush. I couldn’t be happier.