My studio is a garden.
An overgrown tangle of influences where I plant my ideas, my feelings and experiences; digging around (fumbling around) and watching things grow.
For seven years my studio space has been in an old milk packing warehouse overlooking a weeded-over train line. Fifteen minutes drive away from home. This seven years was a time of extroversion – exhibitions, open studios, classes and sharing space with fellow artists.
But lately, the artistic journey has taken me underground. It’s been a time of looking at the core elements of my practice. Who am I as an artist? What are my goals, intentions, values? And how can I align my art practice more deeply, and more harmoniously with the other aspects of my life?
From this time of reflection, a new studio has been born!
After months of planning, saving and negotiating, I now have a beautiful wooden studio next to my home dedicated to my art practice.
Yes, a dream manifested.
New soil to cultivate.
I can’t wait to see what will grow!
