For years I threatened to take over the living room of our home for my studio. Its a big space and has great light. We did not use it - we use the den. That living room just sat - like a room in a museum where nobody is allowed to sit. Look but don't sit.
Iinstead as our kids vacated to their own places, I spread out into bedrooms. In fact I spread out until I was using my studio in the basement and three bedrooms.
As I oozed into those other rooms I filled them with more -more supplies and stuff. I am a collage artist and we gather and store stuff with a venegeance - and since it all has potential - we keep it forever.
Now we are making a few changes at our house. Consolidating - and I am getting the living room for a studio for real, not just an empty threat. I am moving into the living room so that our daughter can use bedrooms upstairs during a temporary stay with us.
This move is a good thing. Jim has added a wall of cabinets. The room will be a neat and wonderful working space. Great light all day. Large work space. All the things I have said I wanted.
But the move itself is absolute chaos.
I am having to sort and cull. Something has to go - or should I say some things have to go. Its hard.
I am a collage artist because I am a keeper.