My Studio has spread like a virus to the rest of the house. It cannot be helped.
See how my dining room does not resemble what society says it is supposed to be. That cardboard box has twelve 8x8 works on paper glued to wood boxes in it, ready to deliver. There are bins filled with paintings, and they are leaned up against the piano and doors and wall all of which are out of this field of view.
Honestly, this is fine by me, and luckily my husband, who is also an artist, is fine as well. He has half the basement and the entire two car garage. Everything else in the house is basically storage with a few chairs for TV watching. It is okay. We frankly love it.
I recently heard from an artist colleague who seemed depressed by the fact her house was looking like a studio. I thought “GREAT!” That is what houses are supposed to be like: lived in, well-used by the people who live there – not as show places for strangers or other critics who would rather collect art than mingle with the those untidy living beings producing the art.
I don’t care. You need room to work, so use the room you have.
Sure, it would be wonderful to rent a warehouse. I admire those who can do that. I love the big open space of a warehouse, and therefore the large pieces upon which the lucky artist can work. My former dining room table is the space I have. Well, there is that outside wall easel, but to tell you the truth, I can’t really muscle around those eight foot canvasses anymore.
The "formal studio" seen over my shoulder, is packed to its gills, if it had gills.
The lack of creative thinking in so much of society disturbs also me. The inability to extrapolate from incomplete data is especially annoying. And the post office that will not deliver a letter to the correct address (in this case to the new folks moving in across the street from me) simply because there is no such name as “The New Neighbors”. I’ll just have to leave my house (OMG) and walk all the way over there. I would have rather broken it to them more slowly, but you do what you have to do. So that's it for now. And finally....
Happy October and Happy Halloween's month- long eve. My favorite, almost, time of the year.
Oh, and since I'm having trouble reading comments, you can email to lesliereiki007@gmail.com.
Cheers. Keep well. Keep making art!
And one more thing.... when someone says it has all be said and done before, remember this:
Not by you yet.
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