I’ve had the keys to the new studio space for a little over a week now and didn’t get my huge work tables moved over until Friday. My original intention was to take supplies over on an “as needed” basis… turns out I apparently need everything. The home studio has noticeably more elbow room, though most wouldn’t notice a change at all. That’s how packed the room had become!
Since having a home studio and out-of-the home studio has already gotten confusing, I’ve nicknamed the new space Tahiti. The idea of going to Tahiti for a few hours of felting makes me giggle every time.
So far, my reaction to leaving the house on a regular basis has been the biggest surprise. I really love it! And as a self-proclaimed hermit, this is a complete about-face. I’m not going to question it but revel in the joy of having this space and my ridiculous eagerness to be there.
There is no internet access in Tahiti and my studio mates are either quiet or absent most of the time. While I was working the other day I realized how much noise I make.. or rather, how much noise is generated by felting. The snickeringly naughty sounds of wet wool!! The ball brauser farting soapy water, the rolling & rubbing on bubblewrap, the thwap of throwing a wet packet of wool, or the incessant sound of crunching foam under needles. Plus, I’m always back and forth to the sink. I hope my fellow Tahitians don’t get sick of my racket!
Perhaps it’s the newness of the space or the lack of distraction but I can already tell a renewed desire to make. I’m allowing all possibilities. Research & development with different wools and techniques. Playing around with resists and blocking, surface design, mixing media (mediums?). And except for a private commission and contributing a few pieces to a group show in October, I’ve got nothing but Play on my to-do list. How nice is that!?