This is what my working table looks like this morning. I am working on a lot of pieces of art at the same time. All of them collage and painting/drawing in one. I work with whatever I find at that moment so I never know before what will happen. That makes this kind of work more like playing and adventure than like real work.
Today there are lots of color and flowers on my mind so to see with the yellow tullips dancing on one of the pages.
Kandinsky teaches me about abstract art, Paul Klee about how to keep my art playful and Corita Kent teaches about making art with a message. And Hundertwasser… that is just too much to mention here. Thank you, dear inspirators!
Back in 1996 we bought this big old house. We bought it because there was room enough for the five of us and room for a musicroom and a studio. The attic was supposed to be my heaven.
And it worked for a long time. But now… For several years our life is quite stressy and we’re getting a bit older (oeps) and I have let things slip a little, a lot to be honest. And so the attic is filled with remains of former lifes, former hobbies and things nobody wants anymore. It is still my studio in the sense that I have a table where I work every morning on my art. But it feels like my space is getting smaller and smaller.
I long back to that big, lightfilled rooms that I used to have and that seemed so full of possibilities. My life is still packed with responsibilities and the energy is definitly less than it used to be.
Today I thought: ‘Would it be possible to clean out my studio with fifteen minutes a day?’ That is an amount of time I am able to work on this without getting completely overwhelmed or too tired. It is also a period of time I can commit to.
Soooo, this is what I am going to do RIGHT now! And tomorrow again. And the day after tomorrow again… Fifteen minutes a day cleaning and rebuilding my sacred space, my heaven!