Back to the drawing "table"

On the heels of returning home from Surtex, my partner and I headed out to the opposite coast to attend a wedding in Atascadero, CA.

Roger and I enjoying a gorgeous day at his niece's wedding in the rolling hills of Atascadero, CA.

Roger and I enjoying a gorgeous day at his niece's wedding in the rolling hills of Atascadero, CA.

As beautiful as it was, I don't recommend covering two coasts in a week. It took me that long after returning home to know when was an appropriate time to get up or go to bed.

My equilibrium returned yesterday when I finally got back to my drawing board.  In the interest of authenticity, I will reveal my "drawing board" as a spot in my guest room, right by the window that looks out onto the lovely plaza at the complex where we live. From this perch, I can keep up with the French Open on tv, keep an eye on the plaza, and spend hours drawing with a fine mesh of screen between me and nature. There are more convenient areas in my home for me to work, but my propensity to create a spot by a window where I can see what's going on in the world wins every time.

In the last home I owned, I had created a lovely art studio that had garden doors that opened out onto the patio. I had a beautiful fountain installed that gurgled gently in the background, flowers and bird feeders were in view whenever I looked out the garden doors. So why I almost never created art in that room must reside in some childhood preference not defined by adult logic. I preferred the dining room table at the front of my house where large windows looked out past my front patio and onto the street and any activity passing by.

I guess most artists dream of a spacious studio with ample northern light and plenty of space to store all of our tools. At the moment, I'm perfectly content to gather my tools, a cool drink, and occupy the sunny spot by the window.