A year ago my studio was coming together and I was beginning to imagine what it would be and how I would feel having my own space to work in. So wonderful. That is what it has been. My own space. For me, alone.
Robert Genn, in his weekly newsletter, talked about studio spaces. In home, out of home, solitary and shared. He concluded by saying:
"My observation of folks who decide to hang out with others (I've never
tried it) is that they end up with social venues where interpersonal
aggravation sets in, interest flags and quality becomes intermittent.
There may be exceptions, of course, and it's certainly something that
might be tolerated once a year or so. But it's a great loss not to work
down at the bottom of the garden with the fairies."
Ah yes. While I love having a visitor or two in my studio from time to time, what I really love is being there, down in the garden with the fairies, really alone. I know I am solitary by nature and I am happy working alone.
Today I fretted over the nasturtiums. I am not happy with it. I need a new point of view or new idea or something to kick my butt and move me forward. I'm a little stuck and the nasturtiums didn't prove to be the change I was looking for. I might work it a bit, or not.
I pulled fabric for a class I am taking next month with Elizabeth Barton. She suggests choosing a color scheme in a photo and bringing along fabrics that reflect that photo's colors. Seemed like a good way to start. I have a photo of a bunch of succulents wiith luscious color, that I might not have come up with by myself. I enjoyed finding possible fabric choices.
Then, for fun, I started cutting and fusing some bits of fabric. This may be as far as it goes, but I needed to clear the nasturtiums out of my head.