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).
from the story of the restaurant, I wouldn't be surprised if they had a big giant mutant octopus floating in their kitchen
ReplyDeleteha. that would be pretty cool...at least you would always have something to talk about....smiles.
ReplyDeleteum i wanna know what they had cornered...lol