After Justin's brother moved out, we decided that his room should become a guest room AND my art space. All mine. Mine mine mine. I really missed having a nook of my own, so this sounded like a grand plan. Now, (minus a storage shelf for my supplies), the space is done and usable. YES.
It may not seem like much. But to me, it's huge. Unless we have a guest, the room is essentially mine. I can get lost in paint and any other medium of choice. Yay! I am also teaching myself guitar right now, so it's nice to close the door and strum away without inflicting pain on Justin's ears- only my own. ;)
Look: I've already managed to clutter the surface of my drafting table. Excellent, yes? I've already been painting (see easel in photo #1) and revisiting the Jane Eyre egg art. Awww yeeeaah.
The dogs think that the room - particularly the bed - belongs to them. They like to mess up the sheets. That's ok. It's entertaining.
Paint on, friends!