Joy taught school for many years and retired 10 years ago. What to do, what to do? She subbed for a while (what the hell was she thinking?) and then just hung around at home eating bon-bons and watching soaps. I made up that last part.
When Joy was a little girl she went to a one room school house (which was right next door to her home - talk about a long commute) called The Pickle Street School.
I don't believe I've ever heard why they called it Pickle Street because that is not the name of the street. Although . . . now that I think of it, back in the olden days, it may very well have held that moniker. I'll have to ask her.
Anyway, Joy had a brilliant idea to turn that old, empty, schoolhouse into a studio for artists.
She teaches there and has a wide variety of other people from various fields come in to do their thing as well.
|A lot of work and elbow grease went into this project but the original look was left untouched.|
|A nice bit of color greeted me that afternoon.|
|Check out the great floors.|
|The big windows let in natural light.|
|Joy's self portrait along side her artist bio.|
|Look - the blackboard still works. Doesn't it make you want to grab the erasers and start clapping? Wait - you didn't understand that reference? How the hell old are you anyway?|
|A flyer filled with info about one of the guest instructors.|
|Some wonderful pieces coming off the student paint brushes.|
|Just in case you need a little help in the "color" department.|
|And here she is - the one with the idea.|