Misty and I have now been in the house for a whole year, just a little over. After getting everything into the house the project I spent the most time on was the upstairs. I wanted it to be the place where I went to work or to simply talk to myself. It was going to be my space. I wanted it to be creative and warm. I wanted it to be a type of a sanctuary.
Over the past year it has become just that. I spend a lot of time up there working on things. Since I have the space I constantly have multiple projects going at once, something I couldn’t do when we were in the apartment. There’s always something to work on, something to finish, or something new to play around with. The walls have even become a type of collage to constantly add to and take away.
During the school year I would sneak up there after Misty went to sleep, sit in one spot and try and be as quiet as I possibly could. The radio is always on, I like to play “colorful” music to get the brain-juices going. On weekends I’d thrash around there as long and as loudly as I could. When the mood would strike I’d go up there right after work to execute a plan I came up with during the day. In summer, most mornings, I spend hours making trashy collages and doing loads of clerical (more on this later) mail art work. I still need a name for the space.
My only complaints are that it gets a little too hot (my mobile air unit doesn’t work that well) and the stairs are loud when I’m trying to sneak down while Misty is sleeping. A sink would be nice and so would a toilet, I’m sure I’ll add a refrigerator at some point. I’d also like it if the overhead light worked constantly.
The image on the left is from a year ago (obviously) and the one on the right was taken this morning.
|Where the vast majority of the magic happens.|
|The add and pass books are here, along with letter stickers and thrift store paper.|
|The big archive and materials storage space.|
|Where "in progress" things are housed.|