I don't like painting in that room.
It's 10x10', with 9' ceilings, just like my sewing room. My sewing room, though, is
(b) mostly sitting down-activities
In the "art room", though, is a HUGE wooden trestle table (my ex-b/f's, until such time as he has room for it in his new place), and a whole bunch of small storage furniture for art supplies - a rolling taboret, rolling file cart, and couple of small shelving units that house things like paper and sketchbooks and blank canvases. There are also now *three* easels in the room.
I like to stand up to paint. I like to walk around. I like to step back from a canvas and walk around looking at it, periodically. When I work with pastels, I like to sprawl out on the ground or on some comfy furniture, with all my supplies arranged around me in a big circle. And so I've found that when I art, I art in the living room, a big, open space with great lighting and plenty of room to move and spread out. The extra room became a
But then a goddamned miracle happened. The next two weeks of my life will involved a complete overhaul of this room AND of my craft room, and bunch of other stuff, too. Because of reasons.
To be continued...