it feels far away
like being held by a red balloon, or flying on the back of a dragon or winged horse
it feels like fantasy
i want to have a working studio
in my mind's eye, i have imagined it many times - there is plenty of light and a big table and on shelves nearby there are pots of paint and pens, brushes and implements. there are boxes full of stuff, and images of inspiration.
i have been in studios like this. where people work hard to produce works that looks as they've emerged effortlessly from their fingers.
studios ...
jen martin,gold & silversmith
the nicholas building
swanston street melbourne
swanston street melbourne
miro's creative space
lovely photograph,joaquim gomis (1902–1991) "montroig's studio ( miró’s studio) from creation in space of joan miró, 1956–1961
Alexander Calder in his Roxbury, Connecticut, studio, 1941
louise bourgeois
minnie pwerle at work
sophie calle's studio, with her mother substitute-stuffed giraffe looking down at her
hemingway's living room 
hemingway's desk at la finca vigia (cuba) and the painting he looked at every day from his favourite chair
picasso working away, he seems to embody "studio" - whereever i am, i work
the great matisse, working in bedperhaps there's not so much to this "studio" as i thought
the cramped space of a working artist, no famous name, just getting on with it. 
hey shmon
ReplyDeletei organised a 'room of my own' a few streets away in a friend's bungalow - it has a table and chair and a thinking/reading/dreaming rocking chair that faces the garden when the double-doors are open, inspirational pics on the wall, an oil heater, light, electricity, cups and teapot, pencils, and all...
I don't get there
I think in the four months it's been set up, I've been there three times.
I've got my theories about why, but the thing is to do the stuff, get going and do things whether the dream studio is there or not...
K
i wouldnt want to hang out in louise bourgeois' studio.
ReplyDeletespoooooky!
The studio; it is a metaphor for one's mind.
there's the person you wish to become, and the person you are.
the infernal mess. the uresolved thoughts/unfinished projects.
but thats allowed.
In the studio, its allowed.
well, sort of.
I also realise that its an interesting place to others; it gives them an insight... but then you feel like it has to be tidy or at least have sprezzaturissimo. I actually turned down a chance to be on TV, twice (!) becuz of this. thinking;' this place is not like my work... ' i felt like Pip in Great Expectations who was embarrassed when Joe came to town to visit- or, like I was embarrassed for my own 'children'.
i also think of it like digestive system:
ideas and materials go in the door, get munched, turned into good things, resolved things- thereby energising the world-( i hope), and the rest, well it goes in the bin. or lurks around like a pile of orphans, waiting for love.
"the flow of energy through a system acts to organise that system"
;a biological principle that im trying to apply.
i spend a lot of time sweeping my studio.
sweep sweep sweep
procrastinatorial sweeping.