When I was twenty and studying art in undergrad, I house sat for my parents one summer and built my entire senior show in their kitchen. I remember the feeling or horror one day when cutting out a shape with the jigsaw and accidentally making a slice into the tabletop that my mother had hand stained when I was an infant. Three decades later and I’m still making most of my work in the kitchen. I have a studio about fifty feet from the house in a shipping container – but the kitchen is oh so more comfortable. At least until Emmett, comes home and starts at his own art experiments precariously poised on top of one of my own almost completed billboard paintings.
We got the sign up at the HDTS Headquarters today – Just in time for the New Everyday Life workshops this upcoming weekend.
For the last few years my house has been mice full on. There is a crack under the door that I can’t (or won’t) do much about which has become an open invitation to every desert rat to come party between the rafters of my ceiling at night time when we are trying to sleep, and to poop in my cutlery drawers right before company comes for a cook-over. Finally this winter I thought I had the problem licked, but when TK was installing the new hall cabinet we found a seemingly fresh and soft mouse nest under the toe-kick of the old cabinet.
Thomas traveled to A-Z West from NY, in part to make progress on the Wagon Station Vacation this weekend. On Saturday he rigged up this experimental door opener for the drop down front hatch. The hatch is tricky because it was originally designed to open upward, but Jonas re-engineered it to drop down so that it can function as steps or seating. The only problem with this is that the entire thing is ungodly heavy and two very strong people can barely open and close it. Thomas has been trying to figure out a fool-proof (non people squashing) mechanism so that one person can safely open and close the door. Right now the verdict is still open between the pulley system shown here, hydraulic lift system that TKs dad might be able to engineer, and some sort of a boat winch.