My studio is almost done...really!! And as I set things up, I started thinking about how important it is to claim our space (physically and mentally) for our work. When I was a teen, I used my sketchbooks as a portable studio. They were part diary/sketchbook/ideas/hopes/dreams + poetry. Boyfriend/life troubles + art + places I wanted to travel etc were side by side. But it was my safe place to be who I wanted to be; it held possibility and a world far larger than the myopic one I lived in at the time. A world that was full of pain, troubles, lies, deceit and horrible dysfunction. A world I did not belong in and wanted no part of.
Now...as I create my workspace...I realise how essential it is to establish boundaries around what we do. Creating comes from a tender, vulnerable place...doesn't it...so we need to protect it and provide a sanctuary where it can flourish. It doesn't have to be a separate room or super large + fancy...it can be a small table, a closet, a sketchbook/journal. The main thing, I think, is for us to claim our space; it's the intention.
I have tons + tons of inspiration...photos/art/books/sculpture/my African mask collection/quotes/journals/art supplies/music (Italian Opera + Indian classical), audio tapes (Dr. Estes...love + need!!!) incense etc etc. Lots of light + color + pattern = good energy. But more importantly...my studio is a place that holds the sacred seeds of possibility.
* studio pics coming soon!!!***************************************************************
