Studio Sunday

I love looking at people's studios--it makes me go crazy with desire! I love seeing where people work and dream up their crazy ideas. It'a probably more inspiring to me than the actual work. My dream is to see Maira Kalman's studio and/or Lynda Barry's, which I am sure are crazy CRAZY creative spaces filled with color and objects and amazing art pieces in various stages. I kind of wish that in addistion t Self-Portrait Tuesday and Illustration Friday, that there would be a series that people would do on their studios and working spaces. Something like, "Studio Sunday."

I've always had a corner of my bedroom to work from wherever I have lived, but this is the first time that I have had a FULL ROOM to go crazy in--and it can't have come at a better time, as I am spreading out artistically and going WHOLE HOG on the visual art side of my work. So I thought I'd show some shots of where I work. As I mentioned before, when G & I painted it pink, it glowed from underneath the door like ET had just landed. I never thought in a million years I'd be a pink person, but now I'm here to out myself: I LOVE PINK! It is SO FUN. Pushing past the Patti Smith poster and going into that narrow room gets me INSTANTLY in the mood to create.
A painting I'm doing of the photo of my mom I love so much. Thank God for large rolls of paper--it's cheap and it takes the pressure off of trying to make a MASTERPIECE.
I've had my desk since I was in high school, but I am in the market for a flat door that I can convert into a working table. It's just too tiny for me to work at. This is what it looked like AFTER I'd cleaned up the two inches of paper scraps. Still cluttered as hell.
You can see the portrait of Ethel Merman I did to the right--her crazy eyes freak Graham out. The dinosaur poster I've had since I was 11, but NEVER PUT IT UP. I love it! When my friend Nate came over a couple of weeks ago, he couldn't believe it, but HE HAD THE SAME POSTER. I am not a sciencey kind of gal, but as a kid dinosaurs lit up my imagination (and who am I kidding, they light it up now).

Does anybody else have shreds of their materials creeping int the rest of their house? I'm finding more and more pieces of paper, strings, and paint chips making their way into the bedroom, hallway, and livingroom. What can I say? This room cannot CONTAIN ITSELF.