I am a firm believer that a creative workspace needs to be beautiful.
I spent many years creating on my kitchen counter, in a dark and poorly lit basement, or whichever room was quiet and unoccupied by my kids. Sometimes you just have to make do. But, I learned over the years that I need a space that’s mine. It doesn’t have to be big, but it does have to be a space that holds my supplies and gives me adequate work surfaces.
It’s taken a couple of years of living in this house to figure out how to best use this converted sunroom as my studio.
I painted it head-to-toe in varying shades of white… a cool bluish white for the ceiling, a warm creamy white for the walls, and a bright white for the floors. I also swapped out the ceiling fan for a chandelier. With the backdrop set, I filled the studio with antique pieces that are beautiful workhorses.
This cabinet is actually made up of two pieces, found two years and 1,000 miles apart, both on craigslist. The bottom piece is from a hardware store in Maryland and the top is from a historic school in Minnesota. This piece holds my art and design book collection and the bulk of my art supplies.
A few months into my oil painting journey, I swapped out my rickety, cheap easel in favor of a sturdy, counterweight easel by Sienna. I sold dozens of small, inexpensive paintings to pay for it.
I sit at the vintage teacher’s desk for writing and sketching. The antique handmade green hardware cabinet holds small canvases and my oil paints…
Everything is on casters and sliders, so I can shuffle furniture as needed for photoshoots. (I’m a freelance photographer and do my own product and furniture shoots in here, too.)
The reproduction drafting table is where I sketch, design, and use watercolors. I can also adjust it to a counter-height worksurface when needed, so it’s multi-functional.
My husband, Jeff, and I built the closet to store my photography gear, large canvases and frames, lighting, and other bulky supplies that I wanted behind closed doors.
This space is my haven. It is a space that’s hard to resist when I peek through the glass door and see my painting smock hanging on a hook.
It persistently beckons… Come, create. Make mistakes. Make a mess. Practice, grow, and learn. This space holds a quiet promise that every once in awhile, something will be created here that is worthy of a frame.