If you have read this blog for awhile....
You will know that I mention the importance of your studio space.
A place to sit, create, ponder, hide,take refuge from the world,
blog, journal, inspire, test, sharpen skills, sometimes mourn and remember.
Its your nook of salvation for some.
Studio space or create space. Changes vastly for everyone.
Certain magazines lately get under my skin. I think its great to
highlight the big players of the crafting and art world.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to slam.
Your awesome to have such a studio.
Many of you -have earned it, grown with it, and fought for it.
But the majority does not have a crafting space that is an extra barn outside,
a top loft that can be spared, a redone attic at a mighty cost.
For some individuals, studio space is the same corner of a
scrapbook store every Friday night at a crop.
For others its that extra room in the back of the house.
An extra space between the cars in the garage.
The kitchen table when everyone has gone to sleep.
Most often it can viewed as a burden by other household members.
I remember setting up artistic camp several times in an extra closet.
It was tight, kinda creepy, but if its what you need -you make it happen.
Once you have had a studio- it changes you.
A small taste of that creative freedom-you will crave a little more all the time.
The other day I was hanging with a certain Mystic Paper friend.
We were looking at metal tools and goodies.
She had mentioned the craving for a bench grinder.
It got me thinking.
I love bench grinders.
The strange passions of an altered artist.
I then told her about when I was a kid-
My brothers and I used my step dad's bench grinder in the garage to
make wooden swords out of 2 x 4 posts.
Not really what the grinder was meant for.
However it was damn cool at the time.
We opened the garage and had the neighborhood kids gather around as
we fashioned broadswords, daggers, guns,
and various weapons for neighborhood battles to come.
My step dad -a pretty even keel dude.
Came home one day to find us
using his tools to fashion such items.
It was our habit to have things cleaned up before he got home from work.
We weren't always sure how he would react to us using
his tools for the making of such things.
On this day (to our surprise) he was cool.
He even changed his clothes and then came out and showed
us several ways to better the process without loosing a finger.
Growing up we always had a garage full of tools and goods.
When my grandfather died we gained even more tools.
He was a smith in three trades. Lots of tools.
I remember my brothers and I always using the garage as an early studio.
It was a place where we could use these tools for
fashioning whatever our hearts desired.
At times we would work on projects together.
Four of us. With a few adopted neighborhood kids coming and going.
We built tree house, rockets, fireworks, cardboard castles, fishing poles,
reconstructed and fixed bikes, made mini cities and cars, science projects,
soapbox derby's, lemonade stands, the list goes on.
As we got older these creations and projects turned into bikes, mopeds, cars,
a boxing gym, computers, paint studio, skateboard repair shop,
a skateboard ramp factory,a sound studio, a theater, etc.
The garage and all its tools evolved as we did.
Later tools would come and go.
Some would get stolen, broken, and eventually parcelled out.
Our parents would divorce.
The garage would be no more.
When looking back I thank my parents for making sure that us kids
always had such a space growing up.
We were extremely lucky.
A place where we could go.
Be alone, or share as a group.
A place where we could practice and develop our talents.
Learn from those mistakes. Learn to trust ourselves.
It was my first studio.
When I look at all my brothers now.
We all have studios.
Some bigger than others.
But we all have that place in our lives.
Thanks for reading.
Talk more soon.