Keep a Knockin'....

Presently I function in a space at home where I can draw, paint and dream art. My area consists of a draft table facing the wall, basically in the middle of the main room with my Craftsman drawer unit to the right that acts as my storage and computer desk. I've got all of my "stuff" around me and ready for action. The only problem is I feel a bit too exposed and I'm a bit too available. There is too much noise and there is too much of an opportunity to become distracted by wants and needs and glaring chores. I need to make another sanctuary for myself away from the everyday. I need to shelter myself away from the breezes of living reminders that I'm needed for something. I'll take a break and enter another room in the house. Hmmm, glancing around at the four walls, the ceiling, one window, some closet space, a door. This would make the perfect studio! Ok, so I've gotten desperate, but maybe the bathroom could suit my spontaneous artistic moments. They would have to be brief so noone could catch on and find me, but it just might work...

In the past, I've been rescued by the bathroom many times when I looked for some solitude and sanity. When the kids were young and tearing up the place, I would sweetly tell them, "Mommy will be right out." Then a minute or two or three later I exited fully charged and capable. During other times when heated arguments became explosive and I needed refuge from verbal bullets. Holing up in the bathroom offered sanctuary for a moment because it was, in a way, Home Base. For reading, ranting, crying, and now creating, this room with it's four walls, ceiling, one window, some closet space and most importantly, the door, has invited me once more.