For the first time in about six years (since college!), I have my own dedicated artmaking/studio space. This sort of thing is part of the reason we left New York for the wild, wide-open west — after all, what’s the good of being in an arts-inspired place like New York if you aren’t making any art? (That is, of course, if you want to make art. Just soaking it all up sometimes seems like enough — it’s tricky that way.)
The studio is a tiny square room between the kitchen and the laundry/mud room, and has a lovely four-pane glass window, still untrimmed after new drywall was put up over the summer. It’s a work-in-progress still — I just set everything up yesterday, and stuff is scattered through the kitchen: scraps of fabric, paint, screws, old magazines.
The button wreath on the desk was inspired by Stephanie’s button wreath, though I didn’t have quite the same lovely materials to start with!
Ooh! That is very exciting, indeed.
I have been wanting to make a button wreath — and felt trees, too!
I found a box of antique buttons (I think some may go back as far as the thirties… at least…) when cleaning out my grandpas house this spring, but I can’t bring myself to do anything with them - they’re too beautiful!
As to having a studio - it’s very strange - I moved to the city to find some of the very things you moved away from the city to get.
I have my first little studio here as well - but I find I’d much rather work on the couch, or at my dining table so I can be with my cats and boyfriend.
It’s probably because I spend so much time working on projects for art school, I find I actually need the distraction rather than the seclusion.
Besides, my studio’s basically an alcove off my living room with sliding glass doors. It feels a bit too much like a fishbowl.