Moving day at the ranch went without a hitch. The boy vacated his studio from the house to a freshly completed building. It has three thousand (plus) feet of concrete floors, white painted reclaimed wood walls, shelves and shelves and cabinets of storage space, drying rack a wall easel for doing large work, stainless counter and sinks. The ventilation system is quiet and the sound system can be loud. A finely woven stainless steel mesh separated the work are from the lounge and office. Light pours in from north facing window and ceiling fixtures with ultra-natural lamps.
His lounge is furnished in French reproductions from Restoration Hardware with a well worn oriental carpet on the floor to anchor everything.
The boy describes it as "Nirvana". He is absolutely dead-on in his description.
In spite of his excitement and exhilaration, the boy seems weepy. His eyes are blue pools of tears that never quite fall on his cheeks. When ever we're near each other he takes my arms upon his shoulders and leans into me. He is laying on the floor near my desk as I finish my work for today. Tommy is curled in the boys grasp like a Teddy Bear. I had planned on tying him up tonight but I think we'll crawl into bed after dinner.
You may notice the boy's absence from the blog. I've taken his phone and internet access away from him, just because I want to.