Bill Davis’ studio strikes this unlikely and rare balance between cozy and airy.  Those don’t usually go together, but they happily do in his room above the detached garage.  When he first built it 3 decades ago, it was suited for an architectural illustrator which is what Bill was for 18 years.  But then the paint bug sank its teeth deeper and deeper; Bill struck out as a full time fine art painter, and space use priorities shifted.  Out went a back wall that framed in a useless closet, down came the claustrophobia-inducing low ceiling, in went a large, self-installed, sliding glass door cum window mounted sideways and hinged to allow Bill to lower 8’ tall canvases down to the ground outside.  Lastly, a new skylight, and, ta-dah - an enabling, inspirational, private lair that is filled, I mean filled, with tools and seats and cubby holes and objects that provide a rich milieu for Bill’s imagination and energy to have free rein.  His other passion, vintage race cars, gets equal attention in this welcoming space, not just as subjects for the canvas, but for hands on, three-dimensional involvement. There’s even a jewelers lathe that Bill uses to tool small parts for the 1938 MGA he’s rebuilding in the garage below.  When he’s not in the studio, he is most likely running around the country with his racing buddies, going to meets in all sorts of places, where Bill and his wife perform the critical task of serving wine and cheese to the drivers and crews.  But, he never ceases to get that anticipatory buzz upon returning from the road when walking up the steep stairs to the studio and feeling....

 

From the Artist:  “Ahhh...it’s all familiar, this is my route....”

Bill Davis .jpg