Yesterday I started trying to once again clean up my art room. A lofty goal, and one that I occasionally actually DO. More often, I START – find something wonderful – and then spend the rest of the allotted time playing. :0)
We converted a third bedroom into my art room years ago. My husband built shelves that go all the way across one end of the room for supplies. On the other end of the room, he built more shelves. On the window side I have two tall sets of shelves…
Then there is the closet which has built-in shelves on one side and a plastic set of shelves on the opposite side.
I have two counters, one long table, and my drafting table.
My art room is a place that allows me escape. Alone time. Time to nurture, to dream, to experiment, to play.
Right now I have to tell you that it looks like a bomb hit. I am working to at least be able to walk through without falling over something or having to move a bunch of stuff.
I’ll do a bit more in there today. Maybe I’ll actually get something cleaned off!