Building and Building and Building... Ad infenitum.

Yes, the build goes on. In case you were wondering where I've been or why you haven't heard from me (and I know you're all desperate for my attention) I lost my lease on the studio in Williamsburg back in April and I recently moved into new digs in Dumbo.

The new space is awesome! It's 2400 sq. ft. with 16 ft ceilings column free. I moved my entire studio in a weekend and then left town for 10 days. I came back to my entire world under a few badly assembled drop cloths and a thick layer of white dust.

And a truck parked in the space and no lights and mold on the ceiling and leaking windows and no bathrooms and a roll gate without a front door.

And the build goes on.

It turns out that building a couple of bathrooms is just slightly more difficult than passing a kidney stone the size of an apple.

Four tries and they still fucked it up. Finally they just gave up and started building what I can only descrobe as an Dr. Seuss set of plumbing. No erector set, no tinker toy construction, no high school meth lab has ever given a man cause to do that innocent pieces of galvanized steel and rubber.

And somehow I agree to build the bathroom if they'll just fix the plumbing one last time.

 The build goes on.

A couple of days into me building the deck for the bathroom. The pipes for the plumbing are all above ground. A little help from Carrie and Steven of a Sunday afternoon.

A week and ten thousand years... The walls go up. Well, some of them.

M. Deurline and Mrs Caroline T. help me sling some drywall! Genuine progress is made.

Tuesday. I am broken. I surrender my DIY spirit and hire contractors to get  80 ft of  16' high wall up. Totally worth it.