Monday, November 26, 2012
Here's another reason I know I'm an artist. Every day in my studio I sit on this stool, a rickety old seat with an impressive provenance. It belonged to my artist father, who wrote on the underside - R. N. Gaston, Mapmaker & Artist, Stool from Honaker, Virginia, 1945.
It has survived through the years, broken and repaired several times, and after my father's passing, became one of my prized possessions. Not much to look at, a hunk of wood really, but when I sit on this stool I'm transformed. I can paint tall buildings in a single stroke.