It's not fun to prepare a space to work in. My mind wants to be in the future where I am touching paint and fondling paper in perfect synchronicty with the universe. That is why I get out of bed everyday. For coffee too, but not to clean. I create in a fury and than leave everything where it is and walk away. But when there is no room on my table the next day and I am painting on my lap, it's time to straighten up.
This is how I left my table last night. It's been much worse but still, there is no room to work. I have a slant table I draw on to the right of this table and what Ill do is pick up a pencil as I need it then throw it into the pile. This is how it begins. Soon colorless blenders are with blues and the browns are totally lost. I will spend more time hunting for what I need then making art. I cannot work effectively if I cant easily find what I need.
You wouldn't expect a yoga class to be cluttered with things and no one had room to move, or a church with boxes piled high on the pews blocking the crucifix. The spaces we create in are in no way less sacred. Our art space deserves the same attention.
Because I am extremely busy being creative, I excuse myself from cleaning. Like a five year old I go from one fun activity to the next and wait for someone else to take care of the boring parts. And while I can create within chaos, It feels so much better when my room is Feng Shwayed Out. I need to work with my resistance, and have things to say, statements, as I clean up before work. I want to be someone who doesn't pout when she has to clean. Bring the body, the mind will follow.
* I am blessed to have a place to create my art.
* I clean my desk so my mind can be clear and inspired.
* I am worth the time it takes to create a loving studio space.
I will show the after photos in a few days.