#hooverville (My studio)
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During the Great
Depression, Herbert Hoover wasn’t all that popular. You could tell by the new terminology that
popped up.
A Hoover blanket
was an old newspaper a homeless person would use as a cover while sleeping on a
park bench. A Hoover flag was an empty
pocket turned inside out. Hoover leather
was cardboard used to line a shoe when the sole wore through.
So why am I
calling my studio Hooverville? Oh – just
a clarification first. That’s
Hooverville, not Hooterville.
Well my husband and I downsized recently. Kids left home and all that; you know the
story. I do have shared studio space
available once a week, but when I draw at home, the 4 feet available to me in
the corner of the room has to suffice.
(You may have noticed – some of my drawings are 4 feet wide.)
Buy hey – you know what? I actually do manage quite well, and I’m
luckier than most. And the space is too
small to get messy! So that’s a
bonus. (By the way, my husband plays the
tuba, so he’s no better off.)
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