Over time, I have subscribed to various art publications. One of several subjects they usually have in common is a section on the studios of successful artists. The point of the articles is to discuss the location, appearance, and atmosphere of the studios. I always enjoy reading them, for I find them encouraging (somewhat). My hat goes off to the artist who has worked his/her way to success and has found a way to have a kicking workplace. The studios range from a mountain getaway with inspiring views (complete with Oriental rugs and a roaring fireplace) to a desert oasis with incredible lighting. Some studios featured are loft apartments in industrial settings, entire floors dedicated to creative pursuits. Of course, all have a sitting area for clients to sit, sip wine, and write their checks. I say, "More power to you! That is wonderful! In the meantime, the rest of us struggle to simply find a spot that is out of the traffic ...just a corner where we won't get in the way, or no one gets in ours. When I think back to the lengths I have gone to in order to paint, I marvel at my tenacity. ...not sure that I could endure now. While living in Florida, I sweltered in a small outbuilding that served as a tool shed. I remember painting with sweat running between my shoulder blades. I didn't care. I wanted to paint. I have painted on the kitchen table after carefully covering all surfaces (I'm a messy painter.). Of course, I would have to clean it all up when I had to stop and cook the next meal, and if anyone happened in...well, try explaining that one. Then there is the garage period. It is there I developed the ability to paint in relative darkness with no air/heat. Now, I have a spare room, a bonus room, that serves as my studio. For the first time, I have a room that I can actually refer to as my studio without a sarcastic smile. It's not perfect, but it's a WHOLE lot better setting than I have had in the past, and I am grateful. At first glance, the room may appear like a hovel, but there is an order. I know where things are, and that's what counts. The muse shows up, and we have a good time.
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