The Wound Room
When I’m at home, I spend most of my time in three areas of my apartment. All of them are in my workroom/library/studio/study/trashcan. I’ve never figured out what to call it. Although, I’m partial to Wound Room after a visitor said “Peering inside the workroom… is like peeling back the many layers of a long festering open wound…” — no wonder she never visited again.
I find it interesting to look at others’ work areas. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because you can tell a lot about a person. On a hunch that some reader might have a tepid interest in seeing my work areas, I thought I’d post a few pictures. I’m also a bit bored and I’m trying not to think about a few things.
I spend a lot of time looking at books, magazines, and the like here. Whenever I’m stuck on a project and need some motivation, I start looking at things. This is also where I write and occasional pay bills. I used to have some movie theatre seats here, but I needed more room and they’re better off in my living room. That reminds me, I need to help Miss Cherry put together the movie theatre seats I gave her.
The drawing table is where I cut, glue, doodle, paint, and carve for my journals, artwork, postcards, and various other small projects. If it’s a big project, I move to the kitchen floor.
I’m trying not to spend as much time here because I sit in front of one of these machines all day at work. I usually keep it on because it provides the soundtrack. By the way, I designed and built that desk — if you can’t find what you need, make it yourself.
Obviously, I like to be surrounded by a lot of stuff: clippings, photographs, junk from the street, old ephemera, etc. It’s like I’m building a nest — actually, that’s precisely what I’ve done. I could live in this room.
I don’t have much going on these days, so I have a lot of free time. I plan on not spending as much time in here. I need to get out more.