Environment Sketch 2

It's a bit cold down here, the floor is concrete and bare. Even with wool socks and a sweatshirt, the space heater is just barely enough to keep me from going back upstairs. Despite the temperature and lack of decorating down here, this corner is as close as its going to get to a comfortable work space. My table is covered in dried paint, charcoal, brushes, and unfinished projects. My easels hold half painted canvases and stacks of drawings are taking over.  Mismatched drapes conceal the brick foundation and the wall behind me is only half way done; the insulation is held back only by a clear plastic tarp stapled to the wooden beams. Over thirty large charcoal and pencil drawings are secured to the plastic with safety pins and serves as my own personal gallery. The light bulbs on this side are burned out and a thirty foot extension cord gives power to a weak lamp and an old stereo. The music is low; it doesn't take much to echo all the way to the second floor. A candle is lit on the table and provides just enough extra light to sketch my ideas for paintings that I will never get around to painting.