reclaiming the studio

I went back into the studio this afternoon and splashed paint around for the first time in a month. I needed to exorcise the malign influence of our ex-cleaner who had ignored our explicit instructions and cleaned my studio.

Although it was worse than that - sure, the floor was clean but she had moved my indigo vat onto the floor; jammed paintbrushes upside-down into random containers and work on paper was piled up on the bench and work table with porcelain 3D pieces and damp and dirty cleaning cloths. Some things were ruined and had to be thrown away, and my creative space felt dead.

So on Friday I sage-smudged the room and this afternoon I went in determined to start work again.  It didn't matter what, as long I was did something and made it my space again.

And I got my hands dirty

and splashed paint. And felt very much better.