My Time at the Brunswick Gallery – Nostalgia
In the mid 1980’s I had both a writing studio and b&w dark room up in the Brunswick building. I had just sold my 2nd story to Redbook magazine — back when they were still buying serious fiction and were one of the best paying markets for writers – and I would go up to my studio and just work… always on broken-hearted lonely stories. The landlords lived in Seattle and I was left alone. First Friday wine and cheese stuff didn’t yet exist. Jay Rummel, who rented most of the ground floor, and I used to play music late at night. the place was a solitary writer’s dream. Very different than what it is now.
I worked in this room hundreds of hours a month for about two years. At first I tried to keep it sparse, just the table and typewriter and paper and a chair and one light. But it started to get cluttered after ra while. And then people started visiting and life got complicated, even up in the Brunswick. A hermit’s curse is that content solitude attracts company.
Steve,
I love these photos of you and they endear me that much more to who you were/are and really who I knew you to be without too many words exchanged between us. I, too, had a studio for a year at the Brunswick – a photo studio with Cynthia Kingston. Fond, well, the fondest memories of the place exist in my mind for years now. Thanks for posting these photos and your comments.
Patricia