I spent a sizeable chunk of today spring cleaning my studio in preparation for new writing hours next week. Dan finds it endlessly amusing (or perhaps endearing? yes, let’s go with endearing) that I claim to have a studio when all I really have is a desk tucked into the corner of our bedroom. However, I take the J.M. Barrie approach. With just a pinch of color and some imagination, I have a magical playground of muses, a bright little world brimming with good ideas and serenity.
Here it is, my corner of the universe where I intend to find magic this coming season:
And here is the view from my window where the muses gather to play:
It may be tiny, but it is sunny, whimsical, and the perfect mix of interesting and organized—exactly what a studio should be. Here’s to good things coming in small packages and to an inspiring fall!
Nice Sophie-proof-genius-inspiring-studio! Though the with the candles there…hopefully the frequent sweeping won’t distract you too much =D
I LOVE it! And it occurs to me that I don’t have a place like that anymore. I used to. Our entire front room was my office/art studio. I had a computer desk, a craft table, my easel and a cabinet full of art supplies. I got rid of it to create a nicer place to host guests for meals and for what I call my “chick room” — a cozy sitting area. Suddenly, I miss my studio. ::sniff:::
Enjoy it!
Yay for arty corners! And I like that greeny-armed tree.