My winter 'studio'. Tucked into the corner of our cozy tv room is this magnificent inlay desk that was handmade for my great (great?) grandfather by a German cabinet maker. It sat unused and neglected for my entire childhood. After my mother passed away, I adopted it and had it completely restored (including new skeleton keys). I'm happy to report the drawers are now filled with all sorts of painting materials and it's starting to take on the smell of linseed oil.
On the desk are the beginnings of a new series.