The summer heat sends my son and I to the basement for art and play.

Rhode Island plat maps led to a pile of vintage linen and a problem. Here's how acrylic ink solved it.

A coffee table that started as a secondhand bargain ended up holding blankets for forts, surviving a toddler's screwdriver phase, and serving as a plant stand — until one last idea gave it a third life in the studio. Here's how an old tabletop became part of a brand-new art cart.

My son wanted to earn some extra money as my studio assistant. He's nine, and he quit halfway through. I kept going — through drawers I'd stopped opening, papers I'd forgotten I had, and a pile of things I thought I still needed. What came out of it wasn't just a cleaner studio.