It’s not pretty, it’s not comfortable, but it’s mine. A room of one’s own.
You can’t control what goes on in your head. You don’t know where inspiration comes from – or when it will come. If you try to rationalise it, it often vanishes. The only way to capture it is to get it down, get it out, splay it across a canvas, scribble it down onto paper.
For the last few years, I’ve been working from the kitchen table. It’s been terribly impractical and I’ve had to tidy up at the end of the day. It didn’t leave room for spontaneity, it didn’t leave room to work on multiple things at once and it meant I doggedly pursued something so I could finish it in the least possible time because I knew if I put it away, I didn’t know when I’d be able to pull it out again.
I’d been looking at this old shed on our property for a long time and didn’t think I could justify the expense of turning it into a studio.
But the old windows were already there, all I really needed was some nails and screws and some framing timber. In the end, for less than $60, I was able to create a room of my own. My own studio space where I can spread out and do what I like. Unhindered by the world outside. It’s tin, it’s hot in summer and it’ll be freezing in winter but it’s mine. It’s a space for me to do whatever spews from my head. And that’s all I need right now.