Rooms where our metaphors grow:

I never quite trust the permanence of my art studios, as I have had so many throughout the years all over the place.
They are more like portable tabernacles to me, with important metaphors in them. Rooms made of symbol! Old watches, half finished paintings, antique lamps, poster art from the 40’s, speakers which glow, old parts of pianos, and way too many cameras, old type writers, radios, and every type of recording device ever made (which I’ve collected since childhood)….
But, every season of my life, I always had to have an art room! A place to just let things be in process. A place to collect my metaphors and let them just be.
Perhaps there is an intrinsic ellipses in all art studios. A, to be continued, implied in them.
Regardless, it’s nice to have a studio to dream out loud in, and to allow room for them to inform your next metaphors in life.
I seem to need rooms which float like a Chagall painting, or may suddenly disappear and reappear elsewhere. It’s one of my own metaphors I suppose.
We create, therefore we are…but we need rooms where things are just sitting and waiting to see what they are….
I have all shapes and sizes over the years. Huge warehouse spaces, and small ones like now. Ones in old abandoned schools, and ones in church balconies. I wish I could collage them all together, but many have sense disappeared. Or moved on…..still the metaphor of art studio or gallery house has been permanent in my life. A space for things to just be, wait, be formed and become….like me.