Back in 1974, a friend and I rented an old Eagles Lodge space, something like 3500 square feet. There were two office space sized rooms that we took for bedrooms, two bathrooms (ladies and gentlemen) that we painted murals in, a decent little kitchen, and the rest an undivided huge space. We made the front part our studio space, throwing down a roll of cheesy linoleum to protect the floor, and made the back part into a gallery, and later, sublet that space part time to a theater group (from whence I met my future husband).
My business partner's boyfriend found a puppy on the railroad track behind our property, and that puppy became my first dog of my own. This was Sandpaw, a "Venice shepherd" (mix)
Sandpaw and Osso; Sandpaw and Rojo, a dog my business partner thought we needed to make up for my horrible loss (I remember crying for three days straight) when Sandpaw ran away (there were holes in the nearly block long of fencing in the back) Shortly after we got Rojo, Sandpaw showed up again at our front door.. Rojo eventually went to live at a nice house in Malibu, where he had more free rein and I hope more fun.
Sandpaw at rest - in the entry hallway, and next to an old chair of my father's.
Sandpaw ensconced near one of the drawing/painting class members (model not see in the photo); considering going down the back steps to the gallery.
Those paintings on the wall are by Galya Pillin Tarmu.
