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21K Dickens
Aug. 29th, 2009 09:24 pmIt turns out there's been a warehouse- with- trade- counter (Jacksons, pro art materials) *right under my nose* all this time, on Farleigh Place off Stoke Newington Road.
Its a pure Dickens-Alive sort of place ---a tiny Victorian warehouse down an alley, full of narrow staircases, the whole place bursting full of the usual gorgeous cargo of oils, acrylics, gouache, pigment in powder and pancake, brushes, inks, clay, canvas, graphite, oil, pastel, charcoal - all COMPRESSED into a tiny old building round the back of a quiet residential road.
There are two Bleak and whey-faced apprentice store-keepers
(I pictured their lungs gorgeous with the motes from the pastels).
Back home in my equally confined working area, I cannot help daydreaming of walking around a bloody BARN of a studio stocked with *everything*.
Failing that, a shed would be good : D
my window-sill
Its a pure Dickens-Alive sort of place ---a tiny Victorian warehouse down an alley, full of narrow staircases, the whole place bursting full of the usual gorgeous cargo of oils, acrylics, gouache, pigment in powder and pancake, brushes, inks, clay, canvas, graphite, oil, pastel, charcoal - all COMPRESSED into a tiny old building round the back of a quiet residential road.
There are two Bleak and whey-faced apprentice store-keepers
(I pictured their lungs gorgeous with the motes from the pastels).
Back home in my equally confined working area, I cannot help daydreaming of walking around a bloody BARN of a studio stocked with *everything*.
Failing that, a shed would be good : D
my window-sill
