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 entrance. |
The big archive and materials storage space. |
Where "in progress" things are housed. |