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Sacred space
Well, I work in chaos. The entrance of the house is the dining room, which is now my studio. I've taken the majority of the dining room table and the bookshelves, now all covered with paint and other miscellaneous stuff. Last Sunday I made birthday dinner for my stepson and we ate in the family room, on the floor. Birthday cake with 22 lit candles was exciting served oriental style. We have the remnants of four grown children stored in every room in the house (including one of the children). Add one big dog and three cats and life can be hectic.
I've been considering moving my painting to the basement. I used the entire basement for my quilting business and there would be a lot of room if I sold or donated my sewing supplies (I had a fourteen foot quilting machine, and still have a table that is 12'x5'. Does anyone work in a basement successfully? I have color corrected flourescent light already.
Right now the only sacred space is in my mind. When painting, I hear and see nothing that goes on around me. I play my favorite music but don't notice when the cd is over. I have often sat down on cat (Snickers), or tripped on dog (Zoe). God grant me the serenity!
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