A month ago today, I dove into the chaos of our sunroom and began carving out studio space we call our Creativity Tribe Studio. The process is still going on, with every day leading to a more usable, inspiring space. I began by taking out some things that didn’t meet our needs for a studio space, then I added a few things to help Artist Hubby and I get organized.
Once the center of the room was available, I moved in an old dining room table that folds down to a small buffet and can be pushed up against the wall. I covered it with brown paper to protect the wood from too much of a mess.
I grew my roots as an artist teaching classes to kids at the Art Museum of South Texas. I was good with kids and knew enough about materials that I could lead them in expressing themselves. Covering the table is a throw back to my museum days. Sometimes the paper stayed on for weeks, recording the doodles and markings of the artists that come and went.
Our studio table has become an outward map for my inward journey. Some days before I start on a project, I feel anxiety and self-doubt creep in. (What a lovely affirmation that I am alive.) To honor what I am feeling, I have begun leaving notes to myself on the paper. They help me move past what wants to be witnessed and into a place of freshness.
Sometimes, too, the table has captured an image that I am as inspired by as what ends up on the canvas. My attention turns to it, and before I know it, it becomes the project. Art is everywhere.
This little winged woman has become a talisman to my creative journey. I may have grown my roots helping others express themselves, a calling that still brings me joy, but it will be through daring to share my own creativity that I will grow my wings. Even if that expression comes in the sanctuary of my studio.
Where do you find unexpected art? Do you have an art studio? I would love to hear about it and welcome you leaving a link to a post about your creativity zones.