Tuesday, August 18th will mark the two month anniversary of physically taking possession of my studio. It was the day I handed over the signed lease and a check with a lot of numbers on it and got, in exchange, the keys (two; one for the standard lock on the front door, and the other for the padlock - padlock!? - on the heavy industrial door) and a world of permission and possibility. My generous, wonderful landlord allowed me to use the space "rent free" for the remainder of June, beginning the lease in earnest on July 1st. Since I had told my prior landlord that I would be out by July 1st, what ensued was a frenzy of what is best described as major schleppage. Stuff down the stairs from the old space, into the car (or cars, depending on how successful I'd been enlisting friends and family), across town, then up the two flights to the new space...hot, sweaty, rewarding work, but work nonetheless.
So, I was moved, but not moved in. July was the month for arranging, rearranging, packing back up, unpacking, hanging, taking down, drilling, swearing, and walking miles back and forth, back and forth. Does this sound like a complaint? It shouldn't; my old space was about a 10th the size of the new, and I couldn't back up without hitting my head on the sloped ceiling. In The Studio I can run laps, should I desire, and couldn't hit my head on the ceiling if I tried...unless I really tried, and involved a trampoline, or perhaps a bungee cord.
Now August is half over and I find myself making inroads toward making art again, tiny inroads toward working large, and tinier inroads still toward making the space available to others who might like to use it, creating an alternative to the status quo in my little corner of the world.
Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda, and so on and so forth, and so it goes: I'll keep you posted. Toodle-pip! xo
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