Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Light of My Life

Well, one of them, anyway.

I draw my finishes on a bottom-of-the-line light table. A sheet of plexiglass propped on my drawing table, with a fluorescent light slipped beneath it.

I've had this light for years, which lends some drama to my day. When will it give up the ghostly light and give up the ghost? When will I be forced to go shopping? (though I suspect Mary will save me from that extreme.)