Artists' studios are always interesting for me to see. Recently, I've been swapping photos of workspaces with some other illustrators. It's fascinating and in a way comforting, to know the amount of mess and clutter I have in my space is echoed in most everyone else's. A few artists are more precious about their environment and have organized their things more than I.
My studio in this pic is worse than its been in awhile, but I've written enough about why in recent posts. Normally my floor at least would be pretty clean.
I don't know what to think when I consider that a very large portion of my life has been spent in just that spot, before my drawing table. This certainly isn't the most pleasant of places to be, and I usually keep sunlight out since the color changes constantly and affects how I view my color schemes. If I had a nice north light window I'd probably let it in more...except that I'm in a condo, and I don't like the feeling of being watched. The space is dreary, really. However, I think that by and large I don't notice it. The life of the artist is the life of the mind. Here I sit for hours on end, silently. My time is spent in this corner of this room, but I'm not really there. I'm actually up in the attic of my head, chasing images out of cluttered corners and trying to project them in front of me, onto my paper.
Someday I'll try for a nice, roomy, well-lit studio with an inspiring view and interesting things on the walls. Certainly a lot of the old masters had studios that were used for entertaining wealthy patrons, and so were well-appointed. While I may never entertain wealthy patrons in my studio on any regular basis, the way these painters had their studios set up was inspiring enough to try for!