i created this graph to illustrate the personal space available to me throughout my lifetime. i started confined to the crib, got my own room, then half a dorm room, a room in a shared apartment, followed by a smattering of small apartments all to myself.
when i moved out here i had a WHOLE house! all to myself! i had a room i never even went into! then i met mr perfect and learned to share my space. then the squirm and the squirticus and all of their stuff….and now, no more safe studio space for phrogmom.
i managed to carve out a space for mr perfect in the laundry room. it isn’t the four seasons, but it is a space. i tried a couple of things myself. perching on the kitchen bar, screenprinting in the nursery closet, now my laptop rests on a table in the living room. since i have resolved to spend more time creatively, either working on projects or working in my art journal, i have all these loose art supplies. very tempting to toddlers….
the space allows me to contain my supplies, out of reach of curious hands. however, i haven’t worked out the kinks as far as getting time to sit there and do work. i am still mostly working in my journal in my lap or at the kitchen table with milo.