Finding the right Brand

This post isn't quite about what you might think it's going to be. I bet you're thinking I'm going to be going on and on and on etc about my own brand, or someone else's; one of my favourite brands perhaps. Or maybe have a bit of a rant about a terrible branding campaign.

Tricked ya! 

I have been far too busy putting the final touches (ie: a HUGE WINDOW) on my studio or atelier as we say here in France, so I can finally quit the kitchen table for good. Well - if you don't count meal times that is!!

(Meet Tiago, the lovely Portugese builder, putting a cage up around my mess)

(Mess firmly locked inside with a satisfying view of the surrounding vegetation)

ENFIN mes amis, I will be able to sit in the light of the setting sun in the evening, after the messmonsters ...

...have finished their hard labour supper and paint to my heart's content as the light gently fades in the sky, supping a wee glass of champagne delightfully in the peace and quiet. Sigh - I can almost feel the pleasure permeating into my wee pieces of wood.

 (Sometimes I potter around with things other than old doors..)

But that's not what this post is really about. This post, as I mentioned earlier possums, is actually about personal branding:

(Hint: It does NOT say 'NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!')

I have started scrounging around in the vide-greniers and brocantes again, on the look out for new and interesting pieces to transform and paint. As it turned out, this Sunday I found a piece that has the power to transform me, not necessarily for the better I might add.  My own initials 'n all! The brocanteur who sold it to me cautioned me against showing it to Beaker unless he got some sort of strange ideas about branding.

Now, where is the key to my studio. I may need a safe place to hide ;-)

Have a lovely week now y'all.