Just as I was headed towards an art routine — at least once a week — my studio space arrangement evaporated. The group experienced funding issues, and announced its sudden closing until further notice… (sad face.) While I was genuinely disappointed, part of me also accepted that this is merely a move in a different direction. I made arrangements to modify my membership/rent agreement, pick up my retail items, and advised myself to look beyond that space to other possible outcomes. As I was sitting in the empty cafe area, I saw a blinking neon key sign across the street. I had not noticed it before during the numerous previous visits. I googled “key symbolism”… “Keys are symbols of opening and closing.” I do love me a sign from the Universe.
Then, as the flow of time proceeded into the winter holiday season my regularly scheduled me-art-time derailed. I will concede that a dedicated space away from my home sphere is more productive, but at the same time not having a studio space should not stop me from creating more frequently. So, I’m somewhere between dedicated studio time with an arty community and creative solitude. I see the block that I imposed on myself by creating a rule of finding “just the right space.” Now, I’m thinking about a more nomadic approach to pack a bag (or two) of supplies&tools and make a mobile studio. I could do a tour of coffee shops, maybe a library… Over the last couple months, like Dorothy leaving OZ, I realized that studio/home is really in my own backyard, and that ultimately I can make it where I choose, because I bring my creativity with me wherever I go.
