Over on Madelyn's blog she encouraged us to write about our creative space:
I adore glimpses into the aura of the spaces where artists are inspired to create whether that is a sacred place they access the muse or simply a small desk in a corner of the room with the light from the window falling 'just so.'
I'm in between creative spaces. I can't really say I have one; it's here and there.
Sometimes it's at the dining table with the basket of seashells placed in the middle and a dog in my lap (this is happening now).
Sometimes it's in my childhood bedroom where I've hung my prayer flags, a small chime, and other "me" things I brought with me from San Antonio.
I loved the creative space I had there - the big windows I looked out of each day to see cardinals and squirrels and tree branches growing over the neighbor's roof. I had my bookcases filled with books and trinket fairies, a typewriter from 1920, the Mary Cassatt painting of the little girls on the beach.
Even though I don't really have a creative space of my own right now, I know I will in time. It will be made of the South China Sea, blue skies, salty air. I will hang my prayer flags there, arrange my crystals, open my computer, and write.
Until then, I will create here and now, wherever here and now is. And it will most likely involve a dog in my lap.
Where is your creative space? What pieces of you have you filled it with?
Sometimes it's at the dining table with the basket of seashells placed in the middle and a dog in my lap (this is happening now).
Sometimes it's in my childhood bedroom where I've hung my prayer flags, a small chime, and other "me" things I brought with me from San Antonio.
I loved the creative space I had there - the big windows I looked out of each day to see cardinals and squirrels and tree branches growing over the neighbor's roof. I had my bookcases filled with books and trinket fairies, a typewriter from 1920, the Mary Cassatt painting of the little girls on the beach.
Even though I don't really have a creative space of my own right now, I know I will in time. It will be made of the South China Sea, blue skies, salty air. I will hang my prayer flags there, arrange my crystals, open my computer, and write.
Until then, I will create here and now, wherever here and now is. And it will most likely involve a dog in my lap.
Where is your creative space? What pieces of you have you filled it with?
