Monday, April 28, 2014

The Purple Octopus

In the 1990s I decided my fledgling illustration business had progressed to the point where I needed a permanent, full-time work space. Mrs. Chatterbox was growing disenchanted with art supplies cluttering her dining room. I’d managed to acquire enough regular customers to feel comfortable with the expense of a studio space, and downtown Portland was rich with old buildings capable of providing cheap work square footage. Read about my first studio (here). 



  1. from the story of the restaurant, I wouldn't be surprised if they had a big giant mutant octopus floating in their kitchen

  2. ha. that would be pretty least you would always have something to talk about....smiles.
    um i wanna know what they had