My photo shoot was rudely interrupted this morning by the radiator in my art studio which started spouting hot water. Lots of hot water.
He’s an old work horse …a growling, hissing, loud-thumping heater. This dude is ancient and crotchety.
The new, friendly Superintendents came over and fixed it…we think. Like I said that radiator is old and grouchy. I’m waiting for the steam to come back on and then we’ll know. Fingers crossed.
But it’s Wednesday and we can still hang out, right? It’s nice to have some company while I wait. And I have a funny story. Let me set the scene for you. This is NYC. We live in small spaces.
And my art studio is an oddly shaped, compact, corner room. I suppose you could say I have some unusual stuff hanging around in the studio.
These objects harbor stories and have meaning for me.
Especially the Chinese temple guard my friends, John and Chong, gave me for my birthday one year. I fell in love with him at the Sunday flea market. Chong and John bought him for me and loaded his heavy wooden body into a taxi and up several flights of narrow stairs to my apartment. I love this memory and I love the temple guard. He is my muse and the protector of all things artsy in this home. He chills (in the most dignified and slightly fierce way) by the window in an industrial office chair.
Like I said the studio is a small space. The Supers were busy looking at the ancient, hissing radiator when one of them took a step back to check out my rainbow-painted, banana seat, Free Spirit bike. He leaned down a little and turned to see if he could back up which brought him face to face with my muse.
Scared the Wednesday out of him. He shrieked and jumped…like really jumped…up in the air and grabbing his heart. It was hilarious! He laughed with us once he recovered.
Anyway…that’s my funny story for you today. I’m hoping my muse is gonna keep a stern eye trained on that radiator. So far so good. I’ll get back to making us a snack as soon as I clean up the mess.
Happy Watery Wednesday!