No one wants to come for dinner anymore....
Since I began painting a year ago, I have been working out of my tiny apartment. Unable to afford a larger space in Toronto, I have been making due with what I have, finding space to paint, mount, and finally to add resin to my finished pieces (a messy toxic process involving a blow torch). Though I know that working with toxic materials in my living space is not ideal or healthy, my options at the moment are limited... until I have a space to separate the solvents from the spices, I will resign myself to the fact that I will be eating dinner alone! Bon appetit!
