Land Ahoy?

Today I started the search for an art studio, with my father’s car as my fine mount for the journey.

Of course, I will have to let go of the mount and purchase a small little pony, perhaps from Pony Bikes, complete with an absolutely necessary accessory for my wardrobe: a modern white army flight helmet, the sort that the army dudes wear to direct those eagles to the ground. I can see it now… imposing white helmet, mirror shades, nifty bike with a pretty basket, and a very elegant dress (with clips so it doesn’t flash lucky passerbyers). Mmmmmmmm!

Back to the art studios… I’m looking for a cheap place with plenty of light and the heady smell of oil paints*. I saw two today, and both were quite different. One was smaller and more intimate, as well as being near the outdoor swimming pool (I prefer those far much to an indoors one), but it was much darker and the prices weren’t so good. However, the second place had so much light, and was quite cheap, and seemed to be crowded with much more artists, but I might get lost in all of that – and it seemed more professional to my meek dabblings. The former is available immediately with a month by month lease, while the latter has a waiting list and contract plan.

There’s three and four more names on my list that has yet to get back to me, so nothing has been made certain… but for my eagerness to move my work out of my mother’s home and into a small, personal space I can escape to and lost myself into my work, and chat to other artists for inspiration and worldly matters.

I can hardly wait!

*Trivia: I do not like blue cheese, particularly the strong vintage kind, because they do smell and taste like oil paint. How do I know? Because I had a habit of chewing on pencils at school, and when I was doing oil painting I’d pause to nibble on the brush handle, but one or two times I put the wrong end in my mouth, which would cause me to bolt to the sink to wash out the foul taste frantically.