Part three of my studio saga.

Finally after calling stew — she saved me — I had my keys and got into my studio.

I then had a full afternoon of drawing.

Part two of my saturday studio trip.

I arrived at Carpenter Street and came up to the back entrance.

I reached for my carabiner of keys… duh.

I had walked 2.5 miles and no keys.

Moral of this story — coffee first.