Last week I returned to the work force full time.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my studio.
But I spent the week planning what I wanted to do in there today and when I walked in, I realized something:
My studio space is sacred.
Might sound corny and overblown but think about it...its such a personal space. A place where no one complains if we hang up something on the wall that only we like or the place where we can leave out the unfinished projects and piles of fabric.
We can even step all over them if the mood strikes.
I realized something today as I sat there in the stillness and just looked around. I'm totally lucky in every way that I have a whole separate room to work in and keep things (other members of the household feel the same since it minimizes how much gets trailed around the rest of the house.) But its more then just a room.
Its a state of mind.
I carry it with me no matter where I am.
My studio is the small journal I keep in my bag, the meditation music I have on my ipod, the daydream that passes through my mind in the middle of the day.
Its the place where the sacred belongs. I'd never really given it a name before but there's really no other way to describe it.
Do you feel it? I know you do. Its part of why we create, I think. This sacredness. This absolute separateness from the rest of our lives that can't be touched by anything but creativity.