Please excuse the bad grammar of my title. It is true, though. I’m not talking about how I make my work. Perhaps it is more accurate to say it’s ridiculous WHERE I work.
As most creative ventures go, mine started out the usual way: At the kitchen table. Ideas generate there. Discussions were made over dinners, glasses of wine, cups of coffee – not all at one sitting but over days, weeks, months, years.
And here I am, years later, still working at my kitchen table. It is no longer a viable solution. I’m storing materials under my bed and my daughter’s bed. The table in the conservatory is heaped with several layers of meters of printed fabric. I’ve grown my business to the gills in here and it’s bursting.
I try to think of the perks of this arrangement. I can pull out the work at whatever hour and go. Downside: I’m always surrounded by work.
I’ve started looking in earnest for studio space. Tricky thing, though, is finding something close enough to home and school so I can do all the things that my life and the people in it require. There are opportunities in empty shops schemes but none of them are in my ‘hood.
The search continues….as does this commission.
The two watercolour pieces at the beginning of this post were made for two charity art auctions: Rock Trust and Art in Healthcare.