17 January 2014

Two Cents of Space


I've been asked a lot recently to show my studio...
it's a disaster zone at the moment, but I thought I'd go ahead and at least share what makes it special in my eyes.  This is a space I've built of things collected since childhood.  Flea market lamps, grandfather's vices, files handled with celebratory champagne corks (thank you Melissa Manley, for the idea) and a thousand gathered, found, given, and treasured things.




Here, where Verbena burns and C9 bulbs flicker, where college experiments and a thousand mistakes sit scattered around and alongside rocks and minerals and shards of pueblo pottery.  Sketches, notes, lists, a boy's doodles, a dog's toys.





Here, where I can hide away.
Here, where I can be wide open.
Me.





Here where I remember, where I save souvenirs of walks long since taken, tides long since turned.  Here where I pray over an annealed bend of something once hard and unyielding, thinking of faith and healing, and asking silent questions.











 



I'll share more at some point- well aimed and wide views that allow you some scope of perspective and relativity within this spatial haven of mine.  For now, I feel a bit shy but also excited.  I'm opening up!

The studio is a sacred space, I believe.
For me, it's where I try to make a living from the light and dark of me, a forging of my best and worst, my saturated desires, my scorched inspirations. I'd urge you to craft your studio as you would your work. With deliberate choices and sincere feeling.
Something authentic and genuine, something that speaks to and OF you.

{{Just my two cents.}}


Happy Friday!

xo
Ro






10 comments:

  1. Great photos and philosophy! Thank you for sharing your private space … It feels like a wonderland of creativity!

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    1. Thank you so much, Barbara! It's definitely an incubator for creative thought. :)

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  2. I cork my files the same way- also an idea given to me by a friend. :)
    Looks lovely!
    All studios of great artists are a mess- it means were doing exactly as we should!

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    1. Look at us suddenly having so much in common. ;) Thanks for coming over to the blog, lady friend. xo

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  3. Agreed! I adorn my walls with what has fed the Woman I am today. My highs and lows, successes and failures. The burnt and melded together are some of my personal favorites, hung, a few beads or feathers attached to adorn it's death and rebirth as a permanent part of my landscape. They gather dust, both silver and gold, and twinkle at me beneath this Wolf Moon late at night. It's where I both lose and find myself all at once. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Beautifully worded and oh-soTRUE! xx

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  4. i understand not wanting to show the world a sacred studio space.
    i live in a museum of artifacts and relics, jars and mugs holding pens and brushes and sticks….i have cottonwood branches leafing-out in a jar….the walls are covered with photos and clippings, for inspiration….i really do not want ANYONE to see this, except for other artists who would understand my thinking….
    all that being said: i love this post. the photos, the words.

    xo

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    1. It all sounds so lovely, Marie. I have missed you and must get back to reading blogs, especially now that I have blown the dust off of my own. You are always such a serene inspiration. xo

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