In my workshop I have: My beloved horse who gave me my mother back in 1960. From it hang a few shirts, aprons and a black corduroy hat, I sometimes use, because they buy in a market of old and used things on an island in Miami and I felt I had been a painter and was directed to me.
On the walls I put strips of wood, where bedbugs put fabrics I'm doing, and stay for a fairly long time, because I never terminated ...
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I have wood 1x1 for me racks, stapling machine, of tension to put the liencillo and white cans to give the base. I have jars and jars everywhere. On the board I use table are cans with brushes, pinceletas, new knobs some and many spent, as well as pots of tempera paint thinner, vegetable oil, Damar varnish and a spatula and beat my inevitable stripper, several palettes that I use in turn before cleaning.
The pliers, screwdrivers and a cutter, always there, and neither are missing plasticota and chalk powder.
On one side of the table, is my old typewriter, co-written many, so many poems, sleeping in folders ...
In one corner, on metal shelves are the elements drawing: paper rolls and wrapping paper for sets, sheets of various sizes, an old box with crayons, pastels and a pencil, pens, colored inks.
I have a bed, which helps me to relax, other times just to sit and meditate.
A high chair and paintings covered abandoned me, quiet ...
Before painting, I sit in Padmasana (lotus) to meditate for a few minutes.
Thanks for listening, I feel as if they were to me ...
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