Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Art Studio Porn

A lustful, rainbow of color is splashed in different areas of my special room.  It is guarded with locked doors for privacy but allows voyeurs to look in with a wall full of windows.  My warm, brown wood floors get wet and wiped down with a messy towel.

Get your mind out of the gutter!  This is the place I currently call my artist home – my Art Room.  This is the place where I go to get away from the world to be quiet, to listen and to create. It is my special place….......
..........but sometimes Thing 1 and Thing 2 find their way in to interrupt my flow.
 
Sometimes I like the company.  Creating things can get lonely! The Art Room, which it is lovingly called, is a space I had to fight for.  I wrestled it from the hands of every family member and I have to defend it daily.  I often let visitors in to keep me company and to encourage creativity instead of TV/Computer time.  Having my family around adds a burst of energy.  I accept that not much work will be done in these times.

But for the times I do really focus, I try to start with the meditation table in the corner that is shielded by a colorful fabric screen I glued and sewed together from old fabric.  The Art Room is office, yoga space, art studio, welcome area, mini gallery, teaching space and sewing room all in one.  The screen helps me to hide the invading spaces when they are not being used.  It blocks them off to quiet the chaos.

I am currently working on adding to both of my portfolios – which I keep separate because of the subject matter. I am also working on another set of book illustrations for an author and I think it will be very fun.  I enjoy getting to the final product, but I often don’t like what I’ve done until I separate myself from it for a little while.  It helps me to dabble in multiple projects at times because it distracts my judging ego, helps me shift focus and give me inspiration.  

I love my studio, but I would love to have a space that is wide open with large windows.    I would love to have a place to do really large works and real walls instead of a screen.  I would love to have a futon to welcome guests and allow me a place to camp out or just daydream.  But it’s coming.  All in time.  It simply begins with a thought.
But for now I am so grateful to have a space to call my own (even if Thing 1 and Thing 2 slide in to keep me company...I'm glad to see them coming). 

Until next time, I hope that this blog finds you creatively turned on, happy and whole.

Blessings,

TeMika

1 comment:

Sandra Hughes said...

I smiled the entire time I read this. The sensitivity and humor delighted me and made me understand how sharing the deep mysteries of a personal art making space is an intimate and generous creative act.
Thank you!