the blue muse

I spend a lot of my time in one room. I work in this room, I create in this room. I surf the net in this room. It’s not a large room, it’s actually quite small. My studio, this room, is always somewhat cluttered. I am a messy desk kind of person, I like to spread things out so I can see them. But it’s a good kind of mess, the mess that happens when you are creating.

Last year I remodeled my studio to make it a more pleasant place to spend time in. I bought lots of cupboards because I never seemed to have enough storage. I bought a new rug to keep my toes warm in winter. I finally had the Matisse print that I call  “my blue muse” framed, and now it is the first thing you see when you walk in the door. And I love my room, these four walls that are my walls, my creativity container, if you will.

I’m glad I have this space, with these walls that contain my thoughts and musings, even as they let them soar. I love that I can get out of bed, head to the kitchen for a cup of tea, and be in my studio, working, five minutes after I wake up. I love that my garden sits just outside the window. I love that this is the only room in the house that’s painted yellow.

I don’t feel confined by these four walls, I feel enlivened. They are my blank canvas, my empty cup, these unstrung jewels.

Since I work at home, of course I need a space like this, it is a requirement.
But I know that I would want a space like this no matter what.

A place of one’s own.

A place to let me, out.