My muse is not a sweet, ethereal whisper in my ear. Oh, no. She's very real and sometimes bossy. She told me to take a picture of my studio and post it on my blog. She said that people love stuff like that. Well, I must admit that I love stuff like that. I look at the tidy studios and wonder how anything creative could ever come from such a sterile and orderly place. I look at the messy ones and wonder how anything lovely could ever come from such chaos. No, that's not true. What I really think when I see a messy studio is that I've found an instant friend. I, too, am a pig. I organize only when my work surface has shrunk to mere inches on the table in front of me. Give me a surface and I'll pig it up. I couldn't tell you what color my desk is. I'm not proud of this fact. It's just the way it is. Time in my studio is so precious. Why would I clean when I could be creating?
So, get ready. I'm going to post a couple of pictures of my studio. Not right now, but soon. I'll have to muster some courage first, like stepping on the scales at a Weight Watchers meeting.