The Entrance
For the first year all of my trashy collages were made on this little table that I put in front of my chair. Once that broke I moved over to the cheap Ikea coffee table. That’s where I did almost everything for another few years. I kept all of the supplies in the backroom, taking them back and forth whenever I need them. A year later I had added a table in that backroom where I had something going pretty much constantly. Doing this really kicked up my productivity. I’d still drag stuff out to the living room for long sessions in front of the TV.
The Archive Closet
While Misty and I were looking for a house, one of the things I wanted was a space…a space that was just mine. I wanted to have everything ready to go whenever I went in there. I kept all of this in mind as we went from house to house. Some of them had garages which would have been perfect, others had converted attics or just strangely shaped rooms off to the side. It wasn’t a deal breaker if the house didn’t have such a space but it was an added incentive if it did.
Desk 1
When we first saw the house we ended up buying, I was excited about all the potential the long attic and perfect attic had. It helped that there wasn’t a toilet up there or proper air-conditioning, which meant Misty wasn’t going to use it at all. From the start it was assumed that the space would be mine and mine alone. I chose the back half for the studio, the front half closest to the steps became the library both for books and for movies.
Desk 2
Putting it together happened in small steps. I never went in there and worked for hours on end. I’d go up there and do a little bit and then leave. Getting together the yard and the living room seemed like a better use of my time so the attic was left alone, sort of.
Randoms
All of the shit up there I carried myself. Friends helped to get it in the house and then I took up the tall steps. I never realized just how much random mail-art shit I had accrued. The amount of old magazines was staggering, ditto the random envelopes and high school annuals. (I’m going to do something with the last one). Slowly but surely it came together. The two tables I bought constitutes the largest amount of surface area I’ve ever had. I put all sorts of random artwork and found things on the walls and tried to organize the bits of paper into some sort of decipherable pattern. It came out exactly like I wanted it to. Now I have to find some time to get in there and make some things.
Collage Paper
The Entrance
For the first year all of my trashy collages were made on this little table that I put in front of my chair. Once that broke I moved over to the cheap Ikea coffee table. That’s where I did almost everything for another few years. I kept all of the supplies in the backroom, taking them back and forth whenever I need them. A year later I had added a table in that backroom where I had something going pretty much constantly. Doing this really kicked up my productivity. I’d still drag stuff out to the living room for long sessions in front of the TV.
The Archive Closet
While Misty and I were looking for a house, one of the things I wanted was a space…a space that was just mine. I wanted to have everything ready to go whenever I went in there. I kept all of this in mind as we went from house to house. Some of them had garages which would have been perfect, others had converted attics or just strangely shaped rooms off to the side. It wasn’t a deal breaker if the house didn’t have such a space but it was an added incentive if it did.
Desk 1
When we first saw the house we ended up buying, I was excited about all the potential the long attic and perfect attic had. It helped that there wasn’t a toilet up there or proper air-conditioning, which meant Misty wasn’t going to use it at all. From the start it was assumed that the space would be mine and mine alone. I chose the back half for the studio, the front half closest to the steps became the library both for books and for movies.
Desk 2
Putting it together happened in small steps. I never went in there and worked for hours on end. I’d go up there and do a little bit and then leave. Getting together the yard and the living room seemed like a better use of my time so the attic was left alone, sort of.
Randoms
All of the shit up there I carried myself. Friends helped to get it in the house and then I took up the tall steps. I never realized just how much random mail-art shit I had accrued. The amount of old magazines was staggering, ditto the random envelopes and high school annuals. (I’m going to do something with the last one). Slowly but surely it came together. The two tables I bought constitutes the largest amount of surface area I’ve ever had. I put all sorts of random artwork and found things on the walls and tried to organize the bits of paper into some sort of decipherable pattern. It came out exactly like I wanted it to. Now I have to find some time to get in there and make some things.
Collage Paper
6 comments:
Wow...it's so nice to have that much space... happy creating and thanks for sharing ...
There sheer volume of crap, er I mean stuff, we amass is amazing! Awesome space you have there!
@Amy - I'm super excited. I got work on my first thing up there yesterday.
@SFreer - Too much crap, really. I'm happy it's up there now but it wasn't fun taking it up there.
Sweet!Plus you'll get exercise going up and down stairs to pee!
Fantastic space! I'm sure you'll be even more creative now.
I'm in a small apartment, but I'm just starting with mail art so I don't have a lot of stuff yet. We're buying a house in about a year and your post has me thinking about art space. I'm going to work on my kitchen counter for just so long before it gets old. lol
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