A couple of months ago my son jokingly sent me a message with a photo of his workbench. It was just full of stuff, some in-process work, tools, along with some adult beverages. I laughed when I saw the photo, knowing that my son is extremely inventive, but tends to have too many projects at varying stages of completion. When I saw the photo, I thought the workbench was a visual interpretation of the many synapses firing in his brain. Too many to control requiring the need of some fluid refreshments to slow down the impulses. It was a crazy photo, but after a while I thought wow, wouldn’t that make a great painting. This started me down the path of a new series I am calling Creative Workbenches. It will be an intimate look at a variety of work spaces from a diverse group of creative sources. I have enlisted the help of a jeweler who fixes watches and clock and a fly fisherman who ties his own flies. I hope to recruit additional artisans over time. One thing I am learning about creative workbenches is how intimate this project is becoming. How a person lays out their work