Last month, I packed up my home studio into a bunch of boxes and got ready to move into the new space. It was a bitter sweet moment - on one hand I was leaving the safety of my home and sinking a small chunk of change into something that I hoped would jump start my creative endeavor and on the other I was embarking on a new adventure! Exciting! Scary! Many emotions all at once! I packed up everything on a Tuesday in hopes to move on Thursday. I am an extremely efficient packer and mover - no, really, just ask my friends. We joke that if this doesn't work out for me, I could always start my own moving company. As I finished packing each box in the bedroom, I would pile it in the living room with everything else. By the time I was done I had a whopping nine Soap.com boxes full of stuff, plus more miscellaneous items (stools, garbage can, broken down shelves, etc) not to mention my loom. When Tim got home, he looked at the pile and with an extremely worried look on his face and soft tone in his voice asked, "Are you moving out??"
Once I reassured him that no, I was not leaving him and that I was only moving my art stuff out, he relaxed a little, looked around and said, "That's all you own. The only items left in this apartment will be my stuff and your clothes!" How true he was.
And since then, this studio has been the best thing to happen for my work. I come here every day and stay for at least 8-9 hours with the ability to create and work in private. Adding a daily commute to Queens and the ability to get out of the house has been wonderful. The ability to leave things out without the worrying if the cat will sink her claws into it and ruin it is no longer an issue. Being able to photograph things at any time without having to set up and tear down the space in a short amount of time is invaluable. Each day I look forward to coming here and reflect on how lucky I am to have this opportunity.