It's an interesting thing, writing a blog and slowly building an audience and wanting to tell them everything some days and nothing at all others. Wanting to post daily or even thrice(that's a word right...) daily and then listening to the voice that says spread the posts out or that's too much information or worst of all, no one will even think that's interesting... and then realizing you're playing at the park with your kiddos so right then isn't a great time to post anyway. Then editing yourself so much that you end up posting nothing at all... So for me it is operating in a place of chaos or (as recently accused by a good friend) unnecessary complicatedness(creative license on that word...). It's interesting, and it's exhausting at times.
So today I'm posting on a bunch of stuff re a studio clean up that I have been thinking about and it might be rambly and maybe nonsensical, and maybe completely not...
I have been listening to "The War of Art" by Steven Pressfield on Audible. It is now on it's third time through as I drive from the bus stop to daycare and then daycare home. From the house to the grocery store and then the grocery store to the dry cleaner. If I'm in the van and the kids aren't, it's playing... There are many things that resonate but one in particular is when he speaks about the work space of the artist. "The professional knows that the workspace must be clean and tidy lest the muse soil her dress upon entry" or something similar to that.
Hearing Pressfield speak about the clean workspace came at the same time as a friend's visit who wanted to see "Where the magic happens". I tried to defer to almost deny access. However I couldn't and I'm glad I didn't. We came out to take a peek and I started looking for a specific painting I wanted to share a story about. I started unrolling canvases and I started finding paintings I had forgotten I had. Frankly, that I had even forgotten I did... I saw in these paintings myself 10-12 years ago, no kids, newly living in New York, painting obsessively and working like hell to try to figure things out...
More on the paintings another time, but having to climb over boxes at my door, digging around in my studio relics looking for something and finding things I had totally forgotten was kind of a wake up call.
Fortunately in the same time frame as this I got a call regarding some private art lessons. As we chatted and scheduled I heard myself saying "let's do it at my studio". EEEEEEEEEK! The one people can't enter or walk in???
So... This weekend I dove in. I pushed both doors open and listened to the kids play in the yard. They came in and sat on the floor as spaces opened up and crafted fairy and knight costumes out of pipe cleaners. I cleaned and cleared and organized. It felt awesome.
Yesterday, I hosted my first private lesson here and entry was easy. Friday brings creative kindred and we can work here separate from the house.
The muse can now enter freely, her dress unsoiled.
*now I'm off to spiffy up for the first of three interviews for June's Story Circles class that I am over the moon excited about!!!