It's not quite done yet but it's good enough to work in.
I went to Ikea to buy a rug to cover the brick paving that forms the floor of my studio. I found this beautiful green cotton rug for under $70. Much better than those acrylic things I had been considering- purely from a cost viewpoint. I love the old pink chair- it was my great grandmother's and the light fitting was from the side of the road- one of those verge side collections.
As you can see, the window frames need finishing off and it could do with a lick of paint but there is a clear space waiting for me to sit and create. It feels a little new and not quite mine yet. It needs to be used, I am a creature of habit I am not used to this space yet.
I made a start by snatching half an hour last night just to sit and draw. No plan, no agenda. Just a pretty little leaf, a beautiful , soft, long bristle brush and a dish of ink. I made several very stiff renditions at first. It took a while before I was able to abandon myself to the rhythm of the brush and fluidity of the ink.
Finally I was able to shut out the world and made 2 little drawings that were passable. Two little beginnings. A start to claiming this new space as my own.
I emerged feeling regenerated and a little more buoyant. It's funny isn't it that even half an hour spent doing something you really love can make such a difference!
I went to Ikea to buy a rug to cover the brick paving that forms the floor of my studio. I found this beautiful green cotton rug for under $70. Much better than those acrylic things I had been considering- purely from a cost viewpoint. I love the old pink chair- it was my great grandmother's and the light fitting was from the side of the road- one of those verge side collections.
As you can see, the window frames need finishing off and it could do with a lick of paint but there is a clear space waiting for me to sit and create. It feels a little new and not quite mine yet. It needs to be used, I am a creature of habit I am not used to this space yet.
I made a start by snatching half an hour last night just to sit and draw. No plan, no agenda. Just a pretty little leaf, a beautiful , soft, long bristle brush and a dish of ink. I made several very stiff renditions at first. It took a while before I was able to abandon myself to the rhythm of the brush and fluidity of the ink.
Finally I was able to shut out the world and made 2 little drawings that were passable. Two little beginnings. A start to claiming this new space as my own.
I emerged feeling regenerated and a little more buoyant. It's funny isn't it that even half an hour spent doing something you really love can make such a difference!
4 comments:
Congratulations on the new space! It looks just darling and I love all the windows and the little drawers. Also love the leaf, looks like the creative juices will flow in your new place.
I love the new space - such wonderful space and light. I really like how you have used the drawers to create your shelving and all of the little touches.
It won't take long and you will feel right at home.
Oh my gods yes, even half an hour can do the trick. I little road back to oneself and so good when there's a beautiful little something to show for it. What a lovely space you have given yourself. Your 'art nerdiness' inspires me no end, fabulous lady!
Wow.
I so love the creative space. Mine looks like a tip, but I love it anyway.
Those little drawers are spectacular! do you have art materials in them?
I have collections of things i am beginning to think will end up in the powrhouse museum, I have had them so long...inks, jewellery wire, beads, silk dyes. hmm.
I hope you draw more lovely leaves in your hideout.
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