I know the picture above just looks like a big wonky mess of art supplies... and I suppose... to you that's what it is.
About 5 years ago. I had a giant art studio. Actually... it was my living room. There was no living room. Actually... that house never had a couch or a TV in it. There was no lounging. Life was always either working... painting... or being elsewhere. For a myriad of reasons... I haven't had a proper place to paint ever since. I have made due with many various set ups. When I was living in my uptown studio (that means there's no bedroom)... i painted on the radiator in the ________room. I called it that... because it was everything... it was nearly the kitchen... sort of a living room and sometimes housed my bed... when my bed wasn't shoved in the only other corner... in the "kitchen". there wasn't a lot of space to spread out. but i did anyway. i liked the fact that i lived alone and no one ever told me to pick up. part of the creative process (for me anyway)... requires me to let things stew a bit. i did paint quite a bit there... but it was slightly discouraging always tripping over myself and trying not to get the radiator full of paint or the hard wood floors covered in glue. both happened anyway.
after that... i had a little more space to paint... but it was in a cold dark basement corner... and yes, i could leave things laying around... but going down there wasn't much fun. I tried to ignore that it was cold... and dark and kinda gloomy. not much art came out of that room... minus a brief stint of creative nirvana last spring.
anyway... i have been sad for the entire 5 years... because i keep remembering how awesome that living room studio was. i had everything strewn about. my records. huge speakers. a giant window. and a back yard just through the giant sliding glass door at the back. there was a glorious year or maybe two... when i painted EVERY DAY. most days for 4-6 hours at night. it became an extremely healthy addiction that left me feeling so alive... every single day. I have really been missing that. bad.
well, as luck would have it... a whole bunch of space has opened up here at my day job. about 10 steps from my office. The lease here is through May... and I intend to make use of all of this new found freedom to create at full volume.... instead of in tiny bursts of organize freedom... as has been the norm for so painfully long.
About 5 years ago. I had a giant art studio. Actually... it was my living room. There was no living room. Actually... that house never had a couch or a TV in it. There was no lounging. Life was always either working... painting... or being elsewhere. For a myriad of reasons... I haven't had a proper place to paint ever since. I have made due with many various set ups. When I was living in my uptown studio (that means there's no bedroom)... i painted on the radiator in the ________room. I called it that... because it was everything... it was nearly the kitchen... sort of a living room and sometimes housed my bed... when my bed wasn't shoved in the only other corner... in the "kitchen". there wasn't a lot of space to spread out. but i did anyway. i liked the fact that i lived alone and no one ever told me to pick up. part of the creative process (for me anyway)... requires me to let things stew a bit. i did paint quite a bit there... but it was slightly discouraging always tripping over myself and trying not to get the radiator full of paint or the hard wood floors covered in glue. both happened anyway.
after that... i had a little more space to paint... but it was in a cold dark basement corner... and yes, i could leave things laying around... but going down there wasn't much fun. I tried to ignore that it was cold... and dark and kinda gloomy. not much art came out of that room... minus a brief stint of creative nirvana last spring.
anyway... i have been sad for the entire 5 years... because i keep remembering how awesome that living room studio was. i had everything strewn about. my records. huge speakers. a giant window. and a back yard just through the giant sliding glass door at the back. there was a glorious year or maybe two... when i painted EVERY DAY. most days for 4-6 hours at night. it became an extremely healthy addiction that left me feeling so alive... every single day. I have really been missing that. bad.
well, as luck would have it... a whole bunch of space has opened up here at my day job. about 10 steps from my office. The lease here is through May... and I intend to make use of all of this new found freedom to create at full volume.... instead of in tiny bursts of organize freedom... as has been the norm for so painfully long.
In other art news... I am participating in 2 group shows in December... one at Palmers (where I will be showing my never before seen collages that came out of that burst of spring i was talking about earlier this year)... and at Covet ... those will be all new minneapolis sign paintings priced to sell for the holidays :) more information coming on those soon. There are openings for both I believe. I have more exciting art news... but I will save that so I have something to talk about tomorrow... or the next day.
also... finding so many things that bring back a memory or two from boxes of art supplies and ripped papers... saved photos... letters... things like that... i found this among those...
also... finding so many things that bring back a memory or two from boxes of art supplies and ripped papers... saved photos... letters... things like that... i found this among those...
Found at an estate sale... somewhere between green bean casserole a recipe for chocolate cake. i stole it. now i sort of wish i had left it there... in the box... for someone else to stumble on.
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