For the past two years I have been creating my Cityscape artwork out of a tiny, back bedroom. It’s even more cramped when my cats Bibi and Bobby decide to come in and share the space with me, which is most of the time that I’m creating. I think they can tell that my energy shifts into a peaceful and happy place and it rubs off on them too!
This week I have moved into my stand-alone studio, which has been created out of a converted series of potting sheds and dingy workshops that ran under our 1920’s bungalow in Devon. The builders arrived in January and are just about to leave. It’s been 6 months of toil, having survived a couple of blasts of snow, swamp like conditions in April and the searing heat of June and July. The ground was lowered by about a metre, which had to be dug out by hand. Living literally on top of the Jurassic Coast, meant that they were digging through layers of heavy, red clay and interspersed with ridges of stony pebbles.
And now I am here …
A clean white space where I can spread out and I have been reunited with my antique drapers table that I’ve had since 1991. I love my new Ikea kitchenette, which has given me the opportunity to get out some of my printed home wares from around the world.
I have a dedicated space for my laptop, drawing board, light box and scanner, all of which I had to juggle around in my previous studio-come-back bedroom. I look out onto our garden and patio and the sun shines in, lighting up my studio and my life! I bring a little bit of the outside world into my personal space too, through the many different objects that have been created out of my artwork. Hello Paris, New York, California, London and Tokyo!