Our house is not small, but it isn't big either.
It's a house that is illusionary in its space.
You'd think there would be the space for everyone
to have their bit of earth, but then I keep hearing
the chorus of "She's in my space."
My girls, who can share a bedroom, cannot share
creative space. It's like they were born with
A Room of Ones Own tattooed on their souls.
Was Virginia whispering to their fetal selves?
My last round of spacial creativity lead to the art nook
upstairs. Sweetheart G has her desk and art supplies
well laid out, and she continues to be quite pleased.
So, the challenge of Spring Break was to turn this space:
into an art space for Little e. (Yes, I remembered to take a "before" photo.)
Oh yes, every artist needs a potty in their art arena.
Actually, we come from a long line of combination
art/bathrooms. Papa D had a drafting table that set
on top of his bathtub back in his studio apartment days.
This gives us precedence.
Now, this photo shows our second bathroom at its best
i.e. you can't really see it. It is an ugly room.
The plan is to remove the horrible contact paper
from the windows, paint the ugly walls,
make new pretty curtains, and to move Little e's
art table next to the window.
We shall see.