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crafty alchemist!
May. 31st, 2008 10:07 pmToday included the Amish Market (at which I didn't actually buy anything for myself) and the Folk Festival, with some productive yard-sales in between. And then coming home and having my head try to explode, which was less favorable by a great deal. However, with the proper application of drugs [lesson: restock Advil before the last of it in the house is stuck in my fencing bag where it takes effort to get to] and low lighting conditions, I have ceased to feel nauseated, and even can stand to have my eyes open.
But I've been thinking about space (living space, workspace, etc) and my ongoing addiction to stuff to fill it up with. And the yurts at Glen Echo were open for the folk festival, and one of them is a paper workshop-- drawn art, papermaking (flat and in bowls and things), beads & kiddie crafts, etc-- where they'd just pulled everything in because of the rain. And the interior of the place reminded me of my mental image of a the quintessential 18th c alchemist's workshop, only with art and art supplies instead of alembics and sample jars and the stuffed alligator in the corner. Stuffed to the gills, barely room to walk around, with every available space packed with cool things in a huge assortment of flavors. Someday, I want a space like that. It doesn't have to be large, and to be useful it ought to have a good-sized table I can clear off and fill up again (these things are tidal, really) but it's got to have little shelves and a bulletin board and be filled to the point where you have to search to work out what color the walls are. And at least one window... more and natural lighting would be great. And mine will be filled up with dolls and trinkets and animal skulls, too. It's the way my room is going, of course, but the point is, I want a space like that that I can go into when I want it, but not actually have to live (/sleep/keep my clothes) in. And, um, possibly *another* space that's relatively bare with lots of desk to rest my elbows on, so I can write without the distraction of all that stuff. (and then of course![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grauwulf will need a garage-style workshop so he can play with motorcycles and metal casting and other smelly things...)
But I've been thinking about space (living space, workspace, etc) and my ongoing addiction to stuff to fill it up with. And the yurts at Glen Echo were open for the folk festival, and one of them is a paper workshop-- drawn art, papermaking (flat and in bowls and things), beads & kiddie crafts, etc-- where they'd just pulled everything in because of the rain. And the interior of the place reminded me of my mental image of a the quintessential 18th c alchemist's workshop, only with art and art supplies instead of alembics and sample jars and the stuffed alligator in the corner. Stuffed to the gills, barely room to walk around, with every available space packed with cool things in a huge assortment of flavors. Someday, I want a space like that. It doesn't have to be large, and to be useful it ought to have a good-sized table I can clear off and fill up again (these things are tidal, really) but it's got to have little shelves and a bulletin board and be filled to the point where you have to search to work out what color the walls are. And at least one window... more and natural lighting would be great. And mine will be filled up with dolls and trinkets and animal skulls, too. It's the way my room is going, of course, but the point is, I want a space like that that I can go into when I want it, but not actually have to live (/sleep/keep my clothes) in. And, um, possibly *another* space that's relatively bare with lots of desk to rest my elbows on, so I can write without the distraction of all that stuff. (and then of course
grauwulf will need a garage-style workshop so he can play with motorcycles and metal casting and other smelly things...)