I Wish I Had an Art Studio With Twinkly Lights

“We live not only in a world of thoughts,
but also in a world of things.
Words without experience
are meaningless.”
Vladimir Nabokov


I dream of having an art studio.

A grapefruit + vanilla scented space with twinkly lights, vast shelving, a wood floor with paint repellant and natural light from the floor to ceiling windows. 


A studio replete with magical elves dressed in phthalo turquoise aprons that climb up to the high shelves and get my dusty box of rubber stamps.

With a white uniformed hostess to welcome guests and make salads for lunch. 

A loft space with hardwood timbers and a stainless steel sink overlooking the forest.

With a housekeeping fairy to clean up scraps of paper, ovesprays of paint. Someone to figure out the zip code and take the mail art to the post office, unload the imaginary neocolor truck and keep my watercolor brushes in tip-top form.

And an inventory manager to track art supplies and automatically replenish the low bottles of heavy body acrylics and 100% silk thread. 

And a bucket of fairy dust. Just for fun.


But then I realize that I'm doing just fine without twinkly lights.

Or magical elves.

And so I lug out some baskets of art materials to the breakfast table and get to work.

What do you dream about?