The memories I have of Ruth Dicker's house are like a museum. It was filled to the brim with her art, the art of her friend's, and everything that inspired her. It was full, but everything had a place. Her studio in particular was good representation of her creative process. The plywood floor of the studio was covered in thousands of drops of paint. The shelves were packed with sketches, photos, and magazine clippings; mostly of trees. I wish I had more pictures to share, but I do have some pictures that show what I am talking about.
Here is the desk in her studio:
Her kitchen. Note the glass bottles on the shelf were a mix of colored glass and clear glass with colored water:
There was even art hanging from the trees in the backyard:
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