At the end of June, I retired from my "day job". I was a teacher for 29 years, mostly elementary school and mostly highly capable/gifted students. It was a PERFECT job but, I was always missing something. That something was spending time doing art.
Oh, yes, I dabbled. But, I had no time to learn, to practice or to figure out what I wanted to really do. Frankly, I still don't, but I've started. Oh, yes, I have.
I live in a small house and I had no place for art "clutter". My dream was to build an artist cottage, kind of like this one:
And I may still. But in the meantime, I needed a place to start my journey. So, I took a spare bedroom which was my office and added a few amenities and ended up with this space:
Sweet! It is tiny and absolutely no room for one more piece of furniture, but it is a workable and enjoyable space. In fact this is my view:
Hello, maple tree. I hate your roots in my grass, but you make a fine view out my window on a summer's day.
Nothing stopping me now.