Stools

These are on loan from my godmother - I am going to have them copied.  The hunt for the right fabrics will fill a chilly Saturday afternoon. . .

Today, we inherit my mom's sofa (she is still alive and well in Old Louisville; she wants to clear out space for a studio so that she can begin to paint again.  Or to read while thinking of painting.  A journalist once asked Picasso if he could observe him at work in his studio.  Picasso granted permission.  On the appointed day, the journalist arrived and settled into a corner of the studio to observe the master at work.  For most of the morning Picasso just read, shuffled items on his table, or stared into space.  After several hours, the journalist wondered aloud if perhaps he should return when Picasso would be actually working to which Picasso replied, "I've been working all morning!"  Process, process, process.)