This is taking so much longer than I thought it would. When I first got the new-to-me van, I thought it would take a week for me to build it out into a living space. I planned one day for each component of the build – one day for insulation, one day for walls, one day for the floor, one day for the bed, one day for the shelves, one day for the closet, one day for the primer, one day for the paint, and then one day to do laundry and one day to move in. OK, ten days.
That was about two months ago and I’m just now starting on building the shelves.
It doesn’t help that I haven’t had access to electricity and I’ve cut all the wood with a hand saw. Or that I have to spend time running to Home Depot every other day to get the next part of the project’s supplies.
When it’s done, it’s going to function as a dollhouse sized live work space. White walls, great floor, great light, and lots of space to store art supplies and art.
I’m so looking forward to getting out into the world and creating as I go.
It took a lot of letting go on my part to get to this point in life. Letting go of what I thought my life would be like. Letting go of the kind of art that I wanted to make and focusing on the kind of art that I could make. Letting go of the kind of work studio I wanted to create in. Letting go of my collection of possessions. Letting go and just allowing this crazy ass life to live on its own terms.
I have a lot of catching up to do. A lot of work ahead of me.
And I am so looking forward to it!