I was excited and delighted to move into my art studio a year ago. It was a blank canvas, just a white walled room in Victorian building with a desk (later replaced with a table) a white board and a chair. The southerly orientation of the window was ideal for me as I like sunlight.
I added my comfy chair for reading, pondering and sometimes snoozing. A storage unit which I added lights to, in amongst my paints and brushes. I took my many artworks, drawings, paintings that had never been displayed and put them where I could see them. By airing and showing them I started to believe, a little more, that I was right to explore the artist within me and let art become a focus and indulgence of my life.
I was busy preparing for my first ice show and so was often between my studio and the rink for the first two months, my skate boots would be drying out on the floor. On fine days I would take a walk in the adjoining country park, exploring a little further each time.
Then on January 4th 2015 I blew my knee, an acute injury that six weeks later required acute surgery. 3 months on crutches, 4 months unable to drive and a resolve testing repetitive programme of rehabilitation exercises leads me to today.
This was not the year I expected and has seen my studio visits few and far between. But as I start to feel I am making the first steps into the light at the end of the tunnel, I have walked subconsciously for the first time, able to look around at the sky and trees. The injury has not been all bad, it meant that I had the space to practice art. I had to resign from the marketing work I had just been contracted to. Other than my exercises I didn’t have time or energy for anything else, but art I could create sat on the floor, bed or with my leg elevated on the settee.
So I hope that as I go into the second year of my studio that I can now enjoy the space as I intended, to explore, learn, try privately and on the good days create beautiful original art. Hey I might even do Open Studios events sometimes.
My injury made me fearful of pain, death and further injury. The good thing is that it makes fear of making a mark, making a wrong line on a paper, laughable. This puts me in an ideal mindset to freely, open heartedly explore art, practice, learn and create works I would never have thought possible for me. So I boldly go forwards knowing it won’t all be good but that there is a solace for me in my studio space, in the colours and invention of making new art.
Here are the highlights from the past year. I’m excited for the next.
Thanks for visiting my blog, maybe get a cup of tea and stay a while in this colourful space. Hoping you;re inspired in some way and maybe that it brightens your day. Enjoy!
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