To some it is all about the hair, the white teeth, the shoes or whatever floats one's boat. For me it is the studio. Perhaps, if I were to be honest, I would say the desire for creating the perfect studio must go back to the days of fort building, tree house living and arranging secret spots in a loft or attic space. Thereafter, that is where I would find myself dreaming of castles and paintbrushes, wheels and crowns. The lastest studio is "the garret" and perhaps will be the last great workspace and hideout for me. Well, perhaps not the last but certainly the perfect one for me now.
The new studio workspace was created by opening the existing bedroom into an attic area. With a few changes here and there the new room has a window and a little storage and lots of good work space. The walls are deeply slanted and one must remember that not getting a bump on the forehead is far better than slandering the world with obscenities after a good slam on the noggin. My chart tables or paper cabinets (that were so handsomely painted by my very wonderful husband Kelley) are well suited for a nice space at the end of the room where a removable long table has been created with lights directly over head. The best part of all is the new floor. It wipes clean - I am so pleased with a proper art floor. Most all of my supplies have been put away and my old room has been made into a very nice area for sit down work, computer or visits. After an over haul of my stuff in the closet, it has been made into a proper tech center and a place for most of the papers and supplies for book making. I am so pleased.
As an addition here, I find it necessary to tell a little story. I will try to keep it brief, verbose that I am.
Growing up we most often had a sailboat. It was my dad's boat, all started about the age of 13ish or so when he made a rowboat into a somewhat small sailboat that he set forth on the great open water of second lake up in the pines of New Jersey. Dad would buy a boat and enjoy it for awhile mostly viewing it and not sailing much. "After great discussion and hesitation", he would sell the boat and pronouce to the family that there would be no more boats. About a week later, you might find Dad sitting in a chair leafing through the new edition of "Yachting" or some such magazine, showing Mom a new boat that really looked nice. And the circle goes round.
OH, where was I, oh yes the new studio.
The new studio workspace was created by opening the existing bedroom into an attic area. With a few changes here and there the new room has a window and a little storage and lots of good work space. The walls are deeply slanted and one must remember that not getting a bump on the forehead is far better than slandering the world with obscenities after a good slam on the noggin. My chart tables or paper cabinets (that were so handsomely painted by my very wonderful husband Kelley) are well suited for a nice space at the end of the room where a removable long table has been created with lights directly over head. The best part of all is the new floor. It wipes clean - I am so pleased with a proper art floor. Most all of my supplies have been put away and my old room has been made into a very nice area for sit down work, computer or visits. After an over haul of my stuff in the closet, it has been made into a proper tech center and a place for most of the papers and supplies for book making. I am so pleased.
It has been a couple of weeks since I started this post. The room is just delightful and I am so enjoying work. Work is moving forward and with so many requests, I will try to involve my friends in what I am doing.
See you soon and if not wave as you go by.
Winks and waves,
Janet
