I moved my studio from the kitchen at my husband’s urging.
Granted, eating at the coffee table isn’t the best way to enjoy a meal together. But since I moved everything in the other room I feel like I’ve abandoned a friend.
Having my paint supplies and canvases and colorful rags I use to clean up the splatter close to where I spend most of my time at home, made me happy. I miss it.
And I haven’t painted a thing since except my kitchen wall.