As I look around me, I wonder if I am perhaps recreating my 1970's dorm room. (It was a time of trying to create peace in a cement box at UVM.) Rag rug color on the floor. Music at hand. Everything I need to live in a rectangular space; a community of friends just outside the door. It's the same here! The difference? I now have TWO rectangles - one is a fully functional studio (and guest room)!
Some before and after studio photos of the "art making" rectangle:
|yikes - two truckloads: it all must GO!|
|cut, sew, print, play, GO!|
So the music is on, coffee is made, moon and Venus are fabulous in the early morning sunrise, and a great blue heron just flew over my head. Every time I see one, I always tell myself that that's a good omen for the day. (What is yours?)