A few weeks ago I discovered this wall in my basement. I say discovered because although I knew it was there, and I saw it every day on my way to the laundry, I never really noticed it before! You know how you can look at something all the time but never really see it? One morning as I was getting towels out of the dryer, I looked over and there it was: not just a wall with junk stacked by it, but a wall full of shelves and lighting; with a built-in easel and rows of paint; little containers full of beads and buttons and glitter; a fantastic jar of freshly sharpened pencils… so I built this:
There are 3 lights, which will connect to a power strip mounted near the desk (handy for plugging in the heat gun, too) and the easel on the wall is 4 feet wide by 2 feet tall; I still need to mount the bottom tray. The shelves are a wee bit crooked in places, which doesn’t exactly match my vision but certainly suits my personality. I will have a storage unit between the pole and the desk to house my canvases, drawing pads, and sketchbooks, too. It was my original intention to paint the wall and shelves white, but I was getting impatient for this project to be finished. And anyway, if I paint them I’ll feel the need to be more careful and isn’t it a lot more fun to be able to dribble paint and pastel dust without worrying what it’s landing on?
I started loading my art supplies last night and it just felt right… I’m sure this space will be a wonderful tool to get me back into a creative routine like the one I enjoyed in college. (“Studio D” in the Fine Arts Building was a second home to me for quite some time… maybe this space should become my “Studio 20”?) BTW, I apologize for the picture quality but for some reason my computer and camera have decided they are no longer friends. Until I can figure out how to get them to work together without killing each other, this will have to do.