A Studio of my Own, by Wendy DeRaud




You're all ready to get to work, but do you have a studio?



We have a romantic notion of what art studios are like, which can keep us from creating a space for ourselves wherever we happen to be, because it doesn't seem to fit the image we've imagined. So if you really want to paint, draw or write, you will find a place that works.



To have a sacred place is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room or a certain hour of the day or so, where you do not know who your friends are, you don't know what you owe anybody or what they owe you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. (Joseph Campbell)



I once made my studio in our bedroom, which meant I could be somewhat alone and able to work into the night if I was so inclined. The problem were the fumes, and the fact that I got so caught up in flow that I forgot that I had red paint on my brush, which ended up on my carpet. I didn't care.


A bedroom is not necessarily the best spot to paint in oil.

For this reason I am grateful to have this room in which to paint, draw, write, and find solitude for myself.






The previous owners of our new house decided to make a sunroom from a portion of the back patio, so I chose this room as my studio because of the glorious natural light coming through the large windows looking out onto my garden.

I think of my studio as a vegetable garden, where things follow their natural course. They grow, they ripen. You have to graft. You have to water. (Joan Miro)


The focal point in my solar room studio is my grandfather Ralphie's drawing table I inherited from my mom. It is made of solid wood that is getting ready to split, and sits on wrought iron tripod-shaped legs on wheels. There is a moveable arm with a built in drawer and can be used to place a palette or drawing tools. The table can be moved to varying angles, and is well-worn from years of work, by Ralphie's  cartooning and by my mom's sketching and designing.



The desk carries history and the creative DNA of my family and I'm honored to be able to use it.


So may you find your special little place to create. It may be a corner of a larger room, it may be a room with many uses, one of them being your studio, it may be a converted bedroom after your adult child left home, or perhaps an outdoor space in your backyard under an awning where you can do Plein Air painting in all natural light.


I step into my studio and nothing will be the same ever again. (Franco Paisio)

Let it be safe, let it beautiful enough to you. And let it be yours.