I have always adapted to wherever I was living at the moment. My art would be spread across the dining room table, on the side table next to the couch or shoved under the bed in a rolling bin. If I was working on a piece, I had to leave it out with the risk of spaghetti being splashed across it or coffee making a permanent stain. For all of you who have bought a piece from me, don’t worry! None of my fears have come true, as of yet.