Changes, everything changes, all the time….crashing waves describe my life the best. My studio has been moved, again. I no longer have my spacious, four walled, actual room to myself. Now I am in the garage, one wall, that’s it. This could be frustrating, but seeing as though I tend to go with the flow, regardless of how far those flowing waves decide to throw me, I’m okay with this move. In fact, as I was painting today in my new space, I realized a definite perk. Instead of having four walls, I now have one that opens wide to the outdoors. I suspect many brain cells will be saved due to this move.
My lastest project involves quite a bit of mess too….the close proximity to the utility tub is going to helpful, although nothing is really that far away in my little house, I won’t be tempted to just wash up in the kitchen sink, just this once, anymore. ( then spend far too long cleaning the stains out of it!)
Plus I can easily move my paintings, easels and table along to the car for shows, and won’t have to even leave the studio to shellac…just push a button and open the door. How convienent.
There is a pollyanna lurking inside of me, she’s good to have around on occasions such as this.