I rented some art studio space at the end of December. I was super excited because I’ve never had my own art studio space. It’s a little sliver of a space that I share with someone else. My area is probably about six feet wide and twenty feet long, but it seemed like a mansion to me.
Then the next day I was offered the job in Albuquerque.
For the past month, I’ve been storing a few bulky items in the studio while deciding whether or not to keep the space since I won’t be using it for more than half a year. One of those items is a five-foot round, furry, white shag rug. About a week ago I decided to keep my studio space. This past week I’ve finally been officially moving in, knowing that I really won’t have a chance to create in there just yet, but happy to set it up and get it ready to go for when I get back.
I took my friend Nan over to see the space just before I began my official move-in. Nan is a great friend. One of the reasons I love her so much is that she will tell you what you need to hear, even if what you need to hear isn’t necessarily what you want to hear.
“Of course,” I said as I showed her the space, “I still have to DO something with it . . . ”
“Yeah,” she said, “Like more than store your rug you mean?”
“Fuck you, Nan.” I said, smiling.
So, today, I’ve officially moved into my space and I’m DO-ing something with it. I’ve got a desk set up and an area for painting and an area for puttering around. I’ve got all my tools, paints, pencils and papers ready and within reach. It’s all very exciting, even if I’m leaving it all behind in ten days.
I’m still storing my rug there, though. And it’s being used. That’s right. Today was my first official day of hanging at the studio. And today’s first order of business in Anna’s Art Studio was to spread out my beloved shag rug . . . baby . . . and take a disco nap!