My studio is bright enough now with only natural light. The windows illuminate everything on my easel, down to the canvas weave. When the sun crosses onto the West Side, I turn on a tripod lamp near my piece. When the sun starts to drop, I turn on another. Keeping the light perfect takes constant adjustment. When I’m doing it right, every hour feels like ten in the morning. Maybe that’s why I lose track of time in here. The light barely wavers all day long.
