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.'
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?