Showing posts with label studio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label studio. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2012

Studio floor- 13 July












It's always interesting for me to check in occasionally with what's on my mind these days by taking a good look at my  studio floor.
Starting from top right-- Jonah Leher's "Proust is a Neuroscientist", "Artists' Textiles in Britain,1945-1970: A Democratic Art", Owen Jones' "Grammar of Ornament", Gee's Bend quilts, "Ayako Miyawaki: Art of Japanese Applique", "Clyde Connell: The Art and Life of a Louisiana Woman" by Charlotte Moser, "Purses in Pieces" by Olaf Goubitz, "Il Ferro Nel Arte Italiano" by Gregorio de Ferrari, "Chinese Dress Accessories" by Valerie M. Garrett, "A Room of One's Own" by Virginia Woolf,
... and of course, birds, birds, birds.

Which all adds up to solitude, nature, making art with what you have, textiles, patterns, bags, applique, color, feathers, and flight....

Oh, and "Proust is a Neuroscientist"? That's a gift from a friend who knows that a book endorsed by both Oliver Sacks, a neuroscientist,  and Jacques Pepin, a chef, is the perfect book for me. The last chapter is on the mind and creativity as explored by Virginia Woolf, which brings me back to "A Room of One's Own" which is also on my studio floor, and where this post began.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

A room with infinite views































































































































This is where I work. It used to be a kitchen, which is perfect because what I do here feels very much like what I do when I'm cooking-- learning by doing, and making things from what I've learned. It's a small space (7' x 11'). In it is a card table, a straight back chair, a fan for drying paint, and my favorite arm chair facing the window. I sit in my chair and dream and sketch, looking up into a huge old oak. The branches, like my thoughts, are dendritic, infinitely splitting and reaching for the sky.

I feel extremely fortunate to have such a view, but I wouldn't say that my imagination is dependent upon a tree.

To do good work you don't need a big space, a lot of gear, or a view. In general I find I do better work with less-- less money, easily available and fewer materials. Against the absence of stuff, my mind is thrown into relief. I learn more, my explorations go deeper. There is no interruption in the flow of ideas, no stopping to switch between different techniques and media, between facilitating and creating. My thoughts are disparate enough in themselves. Using fewer things allows me to express my ideas fluidly.

What you do need is a place that is yours, a little space, time, and silence-- like Virginia Woolf says, a room of one's own -- a place where you can dream and do, taking the threads of your unconscious and making them into something real.

And ultimately, if you think about it, the most important room you will always have is the one you have in your mind--- a room unbounded by walls, a room with infinite views.