my studio. In my dreams my studio looks out onto green fields, maybe horses in view, definitely a glimpse of my orchard and veggie patch. Inside there is a comfy lounge for well, lounging on. There is a small, simple kitchenette where I can reheat my lunch and make coffee. Shelves, lots of them, surround me and everywhere there are pictures and books.
I know it doesn’t look anything like my current studio. For now it is in this small, spartan space that I sometimes conquer clay, it mostly conquers me and other times we are amicable companions, trying not to exploit each others folibles. In this little space I create the pieces that make my heart sing because I know that they will hopefully end up in someone’s home giving them pleasure with daily use.
This is one space in my life where I am truly happy and I hope that a drop of that happiness goes into every piece I make.