My Taj Mahal

Beyond the door I posted yesterday is my messy studio. Inside1Built by my husband, my father and my son over the space of about five years, it provided an ideal bonding experience for all three. There were some disagreements as the project expanded from a simple eight by eight structure to what it is today.  (My neighbor once joked that we were building the Taj Mahal!)

We call it The Teahouse.


Of course, traditional teahouses do not have aluminum roofs but this is California where a thatched roof and paper walls are not practical. There are four barn-style doors that open to allow cross ventilation – a necessity when you’re addicted to painting with oils.


I don’t get down to my Taj Mahal as often as I should.  All of this editing, blogging, tweeting, and creating a presence on social media has greatly cut into my painting. The last time I went down there, I discovered that a mouse colony had taken up residence in my paint box. Sorry mice. I’m not Bob Ross! You’ve got to find new digs.


21 thoughts on “My Taj Mahal

    1. They are four by eight sheet of plastic (from Tap Plastics) which my husband glued a grid pattern over. The mice are probably waging a twitter war against me as we “speak.”

  1. Awesome post. We all need to understand that bonding comes in those “little” moments that your husband, father and son-in-law experienced. Best wishes on your painting endeavors.

    1. Thanks Kate! It is a quiet and lovely place to listen to the creek below and the children next door playing. Luckily no internet so no tweeting allowed!

  2. Typical teahouse roof. I asked my relatives in Japan what was the typical roof for a teahouse and this is it. The roof is very hard to catch on fire. –hubby

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