Welcome to my studio, aka the structure on top of the roof where the stairwell ends, a veritable landing if you will. Glamorous it isn't but it's all mine!
When I moved in to it a few years ago I first thought I'd brighten it up, but those of you who know me know I have an ongoing love affair with spaces in various states of decay - this one was complete with old floor boards and brick and walls with crackled paint (admitedly more than likey a throwback faux finish from the '80's but hey, crackled none the less!) A studio doesn't need to be a huge space, (not that I wouldn't like a larger one, don't get me wrong) you just need to find a spot and make it your own. I'm pretty messy when I work so this is perfect for me - no one comes up here so I don't have to tidy up (until of course even I can't stand it any more....)
Above are a few of the tools of my trade and yes, that's a respirator. The only draw back to being an encaustic painter is the toxicity of the medium - nothing says "shorten my life" like standing over a hot plate breathing in the fumes from cans of molten wax tinted with artist oil paint, this little less than comfortable aparatus will keep me in action (plus I kinda like the somewhat macabre imagery of it hanging on the wall.....)
And above is my palette, an electric hot plate with cans of melted bees wax tinted with artist oil paint. This has to be kept at a constant temperature, too cool and the layers won;t bind, too hot it could combust ( remember, I did mention the the lack of glamor...) As mentioned I do tend to be somewhat messy when I work - above right is my table top after a few days of painting, while pretty to look at (to me anyway) this surface needs to be cleaned up so I must stop typing and start melting and scraping!!