It's about 40 toes with plywood. I see the nice art spaces, with desks, tables, and decor. It's not my thing. I like totes with stickers on them along with sheets of wood that turn into table tops and easels. Considering the various projects I do, in terms of study, I do need a space that is entirely dynamic, so I do like, at times, the visual of the nice art space, with physical furniture, though I question the inspiration. Meaning, the mother, the complexity among the splatters of paint and colors left over from the last session, like a good sour dough bread for example, there is this ongoing development in relation, that inspires. I just can't relate to an artist that likes a clean table top or clean pallets. It seems like a missed opportunity to me. To each their own, and we do have our processes that work for us. Still, I take note of the difference I have with most artists. I'm not so much into permanent studios, but bohemian makeshift studios. Something where one can quickly transform the space and the setup, and we could easily move it around, from indoors to outdoors etc...and totes are my preferred furniture. In part, because it connects with the days of yore with collegiate debate, but also working at a fine dining gig in NOLA, where the tables were literally plywood with utilitarian legs screwed into the plywood, which once the table cloth is thrown on top with the accoutrements, it looks like a million bucks, and yet, guests were eating on plywood. Something about painting on plywood as well. I like it. There is this sobering measure at play, even as we doll our lives up. It's simply an illusion, so no need to take matters too seriously when all involves the dolling up of our existence, of our time, of our needs, of our issues, etc...Plywood to me indicates we can live in the moment and let everything else pretend. Something like that. It's just an interesting relation. There is an metaphysical aspect to the bohemian makeshift studio style that is more than something utilitarian. Again, its' a relation to experiences and symbols among those experiences that I have come to appreciate. I always see jewelry, tattoos, fashion, with these universal symbols, but I always wonder the personal connections one could have with such symbology that is entirely controlled by matter among the mirror. Where are the symbols of intimate interactions, of going through life. Where is the tattoo of plywood, jewelry, etc... Plywood is everywhere, surely someone else has had some kind of bond to the material. Why not wear a necklace with plywood as the emblem? My mom loves her leaf blower. I think she should have a necklace with a leaf blower on it. The leaf blower is a ritual for her. She's excited everytime she reaches for the contraption, that to me, is an orchestral monstrosity. Still, she has that bond, so why not celebrate that relation with personal symbology. I think this is getting to that distance i have for people with permanent studios. I typically see something that seems like IKEA or a step up, and yet, of a similar style, and I wonder where are the personal relations with the material facilitating the art. To me that's important when I consider the artists that stand out the most to me. Their process dominates even as I observe the forms their process manifested, and typically, it seems at least, all details are considered including the spaces where the work is conducted, and typically, there are these...connections throughout the space. It's not really thumbing my nose at someone who does something different, but I must say, with a lot of the insta-face forums and YT videos, there does seem to be a disconnect though again, the spaces are beautiful. I just couldn't find myself enjoying art in such a space though. Again, to each their own.
The Studio
