The Old Studio

My Grad School Studio

Messy yet organized. It looks like chaos, but everything had a place. 
It wasn't glamorous, but it was private and quiet and had great natural lighting. 

My walls held bits of inspiration of all sorts - quotations, photographs, pages from magazines, sketches by other designers, and, yes, a Michael Scott quote from "The Office." (if you can't be entertained, than what's the point of life? ha.) 

The painted rendering of the damsel in pink leaning against the back wall next to the markers is from an opera I designed my second year (in case you were wondering). 

Grad students may be poor, and they may work really hard, and, not unlike the Dowager Countess they may not understand what "a week-end" is; but to have your own studio that is its own space, a space that exists for the sole purpose of letting you CREATE is, frankly, the most amazing thing ever. 

I had this studio my final 2 years of grad school, and I worked really, really hard there. In that space I sketched; painted; collaged; researched; had meetings; napped; listened to tons of Radiohead, Death Cab, and the Smashing Pumpkins station on Pandora; and very likely spent more time there than my apartment. (work all night until 8am the next morning, run home for a shower and to feed the cat, and then back by 9:30am dressed professionally to present my work? Typical.)

It's funny how one can get emotionally attached to a small white box with old, mis-matched furniture. 




I hope you're being treated well, old friend.