So I finally did it! After nearly 6 weeks of sorting, purging and reorganizing (did I mention the purging?), I have actually finished redoing my work space . . . . wanna see what I did? Okay, but I gotta warn you, there is an insane amount of pictures to follow. Like, insane. . . .
I started the documentation with some Instagram shots during the process:
Piles of stuff from the room. I took everything out.
Sorting through every single bit and bauble. Not kidding.
Organizing the paper tapes
Years worth of Stampington mags gone through. The artist's papers were saved.
And here we are. The room as it was this morning. Knowing that it will never ever be this clean again, I'll take you on a tour starting from the front door:
My new art desk. This is the only thing I actually bought. Dave got it off of Craig's List for $30 bucks and reinforced it for me, adding 2 drawers along the way. I was going to skirt it, then thought it would be way cooler eventually covered and splattered in paint. Oh! And the rug is oil cloth - so the spills should wipe right off.
These doors lead to our front patio. The room is actually built as an adjoining casita. It is also our guest room when I am forced to be sociable ;)
Pull out couch - had to keep it in.
The closet. I'm not lying when I say that I couldn't open the door before. Sad but true.
And now for the little detail shots:
Each drawer has a purpose. Here are the ribbon and trim drawers. The rest of the chest is filled with fabric and fabric scraps. The clear, stackable trays were from my heavy scraping days.
This is my favorite part. Recognize The Summer of Color tin (actually an old ceiling tile)? Well, it's magnetic - perfect for holding some of my favorite cards and pieces from you!
Some of my favorite poem books for collage, pencil storage and an art jar.
Other people may think this is rather creepy - faces in jars that is. But we know better ;)
And here is one of the main sources of storage - all cleaned out and organized:
My old scrapbooking cabinet. It used to live in the kitchen.
A picture of my Mom & Grandma - and paints!
Did I mention that I organized every bit and bauble?
Under storage. Only the favorite books remain.
And just a few more details from around the room (I said insane):
Some of my art. Before you think I'm a narcissist, the framed piece was a gift from Dave when I got my first article (well, paragraph) published. Awe.
Some of my altered books on top of a cabinet filled with rubber stamps.
Brushes live here.
WHEW. We have now completed the tour. I hope you like it. Cause it will never look the same again . . . .