Without the pressure of an art show creeping up on me, I have definitely slowed down on the amount of hours I’ve been painting each day. I have been organizing and purging worn out supplies, receipts, scrap magazines, and all the other random things I inherit from friends and my own slothful ways.
One of my favorite things about my studio space is that I can wreak havoc, scattering paintbrushes, paint, and half finished projects and nobody sees it, or has any control here, but me. This is my happy, creative, messy space. Generally, I’m a pretty (very) organized person. I feel calmer and more productive, if/when my home is in order.
In my studio, life is different. Time is irrelevant. Rules do not apply. Like walking through the wardrobe of the closet door (Narnia reference), I am me, and the side of my brain that commands me to paint is freed.
Until next time.