question assumption.
stop and wonder.
be curious.
re-wonder.
i did this recently by asking myself if my "dining room" really needed to be a dining room? sure it's the room right next to the kitchen, but i'd much rather have a studio to paint and sand, and to enjoy a glass of wine while getting my hands real dirty. so i said goodbye to the room formerly known as the dining room!
i spent last thursday evening staining some wood and painting with minimal light wee into the night. there, happiness glazed over me.
i wonder what else in my life is posing as something because it "should be" rather than being what it could be?
Showing posts with label rooms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rooms. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
forget what you know.
labels:
Art,
experimental,
Reflections,
rooms,
Self-Portrait,
studio,
the barn loft,
wood,
yes
Sunday, June 19, 2011
there's this room in the barn
it's a square room that sits next to the kitchen.
in its past life,
it used to be the office of the head honcho of a design start-up, who owned the barn.
then it used to be a bedroom for the head honcho of a local non-profit.
and for the past couple years, it's served as a lonely destination for meals. (aka, dining room)
it felt a bit like a jail. and i don't know what it's like to eat in a jail cell, but i imagine this experience came close. i put up some photos, threw in some plants, got a rug ... but nothing seemed to fit quite right.
so today, i pushed the dining table aside, rolled up the rug, pulled out my old easel, and set up shop to start painting.
standing there with my blank canvas,
i felt the breeze wrap around my left arm and hug my chest,
i watched the golden rays settle, the plums ripen, and shadows whisper by.
instead of forcing the room to be what i thought it should be, it now has a chance to become what it was meant to be.
i am beginning to see what was there all along...
in its past life,
it used to be the office of the head honcho of a design start-up, who owned the barn.
then it used to be a bedroom for the head honcho of a local non-profit.
and for the past couple years, it's served as a lonely destination for meals. (aka, dining room)
it felt a bit like a jail. and i don't know what it's like to eat in a jail cell, but i imagine this experience came close. i put up some photos, threw in some plants, got a rug ... but nothing seemed to fit quite right.
so today, i pushed the dining table aside, rolled up the rug, pulled out my old easel, and set up shop to start painting.
standing there with my blank canvas,
i felt the breeze wrap around my left arm and hug my chest,
i watched the golden rays settle, the plums ripen, and shadows whisper by.
instead of forcing the room to be what i thought it should be, it now has a chance to become what it was meant to be.
i am beginning to see what was there all along...
labels:
Reflections,
rooms,
the barn,
transformation
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