The great thing about having my studio at the bottom of my garden, is that I can quickly lose myself in creativity, with no distractions other than loud music.
How lucky am I?
Marla is my studio buddy, creative in her own sweet way, but let’s be honest, useless with oils and canvas! Dog and oil paint isn’t always a great combination, but it does provide plenty of laughs mixed with a few swear words throughout the day. To date, she’s been coloured green, yellow and red – my very own four-legged colour palette.
The studio actually used to be a store for logs, and home to an old tractor and lawn mower, with heavy wooden doors. However, after a few glasses of wine at one of my favourite places in the world – the Lake District – a small idea formed about transforming this space into my very own studio. Cue a huge effort being made, which eventually saw the idea blossom into reality.
It was fully emptied out, with a breeze block wall taken down, before it was then insulated, covered in plasterboard – and of course, then plastered. The old wooden doors were replaced with glass windows to let the light in; then we laid the floor down and painted the walls.
When I walk through my studio door, it’s like I’m coming home. It’s a place where hours pass by like minutes and a week just flies by. I look forward to spending all my days working away in here, producing art that I love (and if I’m totally honest, a few that I hate!), and experimenting with new ideas.
I love how my studio is at the bottom of my garden, as it means I’m never far away. I can easily lose myself in creativity, with no distractions other than loud music.
There’s paint stashed all over the studio in different pots and jars, canvases stacked up and ideas and inspiration piled about the place. I don’t have a kiln yet, but I’m hoping to one day. It’s all part of the dream.
And the best part? My view is to die for.