I think back to years of rooms filled with roommates, then spouse, and then children…sharing dining room tables with sewing projects, reading and writing on couches, working in rooms strewn with plastic toys. Those years were good years, filled with people I loved and still love.
But I never had an art studio. A place to create.
I like to say there wasn’t a room to spare. But the truth is, there wasn’t focus to spare. Or, truer: I didn’t spare the focus.
I simply squeezed art supplies into cubbies and cupboards and we worked on art projects at the kitchen table. I wrote on my computer at my desk (in the bedroom or family room, depending on the house, near the kids). I collected all kinds of media for some reason I couldn’t ever figure out (I have buckets filled with clippings and pictures, fabric and miscellaneous things) And I remember so many home projects – curtains, valances, recovered furniture, wallpaper and painted walls - that took place, well, somewhere in the home.
Art studios are for artists who paint or make things. I certainly didn’t make art. Or so I guess I thought — though I don’t recall thinking much about it. There was just this low grade yearn…this funny daydream to have a studio one day.
Anyway, having moved recently, I finally get a space that may become an art studio! Maybe. Right now, it’s a folding table, a few plastic bins and some corkboards.
Which is fitting, I think. My life is a whole bunch of blank surfaces right now.
New(old) house. New community. New Blog. New journey.
No. Not new journey – old journey, just a new leg of a journey that feels more on course.
What about you? Do you have an art studio? Do you think you deserve an art studio? I know I didn't. (Feel free to share in the comments below! I’d love to know what others have done with space – or lack of space – to make things, or to not make things.)
In the meantime, tomorrow I’ll post an interview with myself about my new studio (Hey, this is my blog. Why not?)