Artist Studio aka Sewing Room
An artist studio is so much more then just a creative work space. Mine started out as a sewing room because that is what I did for many years, still do a little.
Now days it's a studio, but I share it with all the things that make it a comfortable, creative environment. I have my iPod player so I can listen to the music I like that helps inspire me and clear my mind.
I have my drafting table facing the light with a view of my front yard and neighborhood. There's my "sewing table" which sometimes has a sewing machine in use but not today. On the walls are memories, pictures of my travels, art made by my girls when they were little. You know the famous hand print they all bring home, this one actually has extra fingers.
The shelves are lined with my teddy bears, all shapes and sizes, mixed in with photos of my girls and grandkids. Lots of memories in every direction I look. There's my childhood bear, with eyes missing and repaired paws, the Vermont teddy bear I bought while touring Vermont. I can't begin to tell you where they all came from but each brings a smile when I look at them.
And then there is just a lot of stuff, you know that stuff that all of us artist pack home, the old weathered fence pieces, the misfit picture frames, paper, paint, old magazines to tear up, all kinds of treasures that someday will be just the thing I need to finish a project.
Now days it's a studio, but I share it with all the things that make it a comfortable, creative environment. I have my iPod player so I can listen to the music I like that helps inspire me and clear my mind.
I have my drafting table facing the light with a view of my front yard and neighborhood. There's my "sewing table" which sometimes has a sewing machine in use but not today. On the walls are memories, pictures of my travels, art made by my girls when they were little. You know the famous hand print they all bring home, this one actually has extra fingers.
The shelves are lined with my teddy bears, all shapes and sizes, mixed in with photos of my girls and grandkids. Lots of memories in every direction I look. There's my childhood bear, with eyes missing and repaired paws, the Vermont teddy bear I bought while touring Vermont. I can't begin to tell you where they all came from but each brings a smile when I look at them.
And then there is just a lot of stuff, you know that stuff that all of us artist pack home, the old weathered fence pieces, the misfit picture frames, paper, paint, old magazines to tear up, all kinds of treasures that someday will be just the thing I need to finish a project.
It's not a big room, more space would always be nice but sometimes a small space with everything close is just right.
I know I'm rambling, I just felt a little nostalgia after spending several hours working in my studio, looking at some of the pictures on the shelves today and singing along with a song on my iPod.
Ok, onward, next project.
Thanks for listening to me today. Hope you are having a great day/creative day.
Hugs
Cyndee
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