I love how chaotic and interesting an artist’s workspace is.
There’s usually paint splatters.
Ink-blotched paper curls on tables.
Pallets of color display subtle shades.
There are other pieces of artwork, bursts of color, knickknacks, and things.
I love the look of a fully utilized studio. I love seeing dried paint on the wood floors and canvases leaning against the walls and furniture. I love that the furniture is usually unique and often old – hand-me-down or just eclectic.
There is something completely serene when entering an artist’s atmosphere. Everything you carried in slides off your back and settles to the floor. You’ll have to pick it up again before you leave, but for a few moments, you don’t feel its weight.
I would like a space like this. Not that I’m terribly artistic. I just want the atmosphere for meditation.
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