I paint in an old (1930’s) garage that is a little too small for a modern car to fit (smart cars excepted). It opens onto a carriageway at the back of my home which was once used as a nightcart lane in the old days (before the redoutable Clem Jones sewered Brisbane).
It’s extremely pleasant to paint there, with the doors open and gentle breezes taking the sting out of sweltering summer days. Occasional, passers by will stop for a chat and use the psychedelic armchair for a temporary resting place before they continue on their journey.
All in all, a lovely place to “work”.
