The move is over; the work begins

After unpacking about a trillion boxes and ordering a zillion things from Amazon to bring in more boxes, I have an announcement: OUR MOVE TO NORTH CAROLINA IS OVER!

And now the work begins. That is, it’s time to turn this house into a home. And, to be more precise, a bedroom into an art studio.

But the skeleton of a great studio is already in place. My favorite thing? The huge sink you see above.

As some of you know, Richard and I found a house that was already mostly built. But it didn’t yet have a ceiling on the downstairs level. That was great, because it meant the builder could easily bring a water line up to one of the bedrooms on the main floor to give me the ability to wash out my brushes and keep changing the water to mix paints and do all kinds of sloppy things without leaving the room. 

In my last studio, the sink was much too small. I was determined for that not to happen again.

The studio is in the front of the house. A big window there brings in the beautiful morning light, plus it will help me keep up with the house being built across the street. Cinnamon is unimpressed.

My first “work of art” is trying to repair a pot that was cracked during the move. The sink is set into a long cabinet with a granite top which provides a great surface to fill the cracks that weave around the pot. Who knows if I can save it? But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Here’s another side of the room. In the corner are my trays on wheels that carry the tubes of paints right up to the table and easel. They slide easily because the floor is a sturdy laminate. And it’s speckled to hide the inevitable paint splatters.

Next to the trays, against the wall, is a chest we’ve had for years. It’s also on wheels. The top has 2 panels which slide back in different directions to reveal a mother lode of art supplies as well as towels which really come in handy because the paint tends to fly when I’m waving those brushes! 

Now here’s where I really need help: Who can tell me how to hide those awful cords from my must-have TV mounted on the wall? There’s also a DVD on the chest adding to the cords because I occasionally buy other artists’ educational tapes. I strongly believe in life-long-learning! 

Here’s the final view of the studio, with soft light coming in from 2 windows on the side. I love seeing the trees with their shimmering leaves. We seem to get a soft breeze to keep them in continuous motion.

Have you noticed what’s missing? The walls are blank other than that one with the TV and cords hanging on it. Ugh!

Here’s my plan: After the broken pot is either salvaged or discarded, it will be time to decide what paintings to hang. They are presently downstairs, propped against the walls and lying on tables, wondering if they have been forgotten. But believe you me, I think about them constantly. Decisions, decisions...

And then? Well, I can only put off painting for a few more days to organize everything else in the house. I really miss getting lost in the creative process. My hands are itching to hold a brush and splatter the paint as the official christening of the art studio floor.

For now, it’s back to trying to save the pot! Wish me luck.

And please let me know your thoughts on covering those ugly wires under the TV.