There isn't a day that goes by that I take my studio for granted. I know how very lucky I am to have a space that is all mine. Where I can create without worry of making mess, leaving out my supplies, or just finding an area to work.
I love my room. It's full of natural light wherer I can see the birds feeding and my garden growing from it's large double glass doors. If it weren't for fear of losing the cats or bugs coming in, surely those doors would be open ALL of the time. Someday we will take those doors out and replace it with a nice picture window, and then I will let air in and out freely... I'm an open window kind of gal.
Here I keep all of my things. And having this area allows me to have "my things". I am a collector and will always be a collector. Magpie at heart, bower bird in soul. Is it shiny? Give it to me! I'm notorious for bringing home rocks from hikes, feathers from the yard, and other nature items that inspire me. My shelves are lined with books about birds, and magazines that have topics that range from crochet to gardening and anywhere in between.
There is room for my art antiques. Items used in the past by other artists... watercolor tins, stamp pads, liquid color bottles, etc. and binoculars purchased at a yard sale for when I need to see something up close from far away in the yard.
My studio doesn't have a door, so it's a free range sort of place. The kids can come and go as they please and join me if they wish. Headphones hang on my easel along with a vintage apron where I listen to the voice of Brandon Flowers, Florence and the Machine, and Ben Folds as I wipe off my palette knife.
I am in my zone here. I make magic here. And I am a visual alchemist, turning dollops of color into recognizable images. Here I am master of my domain, a princess wielding a paintbrush wand.