Some studios are a room with a chair in it.

This one isn't.

MELA HOUSE is a house in the proper sense. Women, one roof, one bench. A kettle that's always just boiled. Someone always with an opinion on where that placement should sit and usualy right.

Every artist here is a woman. Not as a statement. Just as a choice. We wanted a room where the artists back each other instead of circling each other. Where the work gets sharper becausE someone's always looking over your shoulder in the best way. Where nobody's performing.

The work is fine and deliberate. SmalL things, done properly.

A single stem along a ribcage. Script that stilL reads in ten years. Lines so quiet you forget they're there until someone else notices them.

Delicate is not the same as easy. It's the hardest thing to do welL. There's nowhere to hide in a thin line.

Anyone can sit in our chair. First tattoo or fifteenth, walked in certain or stilL deciding at the door, you'lL be handled the same way. Considered. Unrushed. Clean.

We don't do intimidating.

We never realy understood the appeal.

Doors are open. Kettle's on.

We'll be here..