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an ode to my studio

This is one of the oldest photos I have of my Studio that I have been working in since 2018.

This is one of the last ones I took before I moved everything out.

I'm feeling a little nostalgic. A little unsure how to process. Like maybe I didn't say a proper goodbye. But now there isn't any going back. Mostly a lot to be grateful for. Looking at all of these photos remind me of my journey, how far I've come, how much I've created, and I feel honored to have been in such a beautiful space, working for the last 4, and living for the last 8.

Last days, last moments:

Studio shots throughout the years:

Daisy in the studio:

Other moments:

Views from my studio window:

I am making this post simply to share these moments and this space that I hold so close.

I made a choice back in 2018 to give this a shot. This being my art and pursuit of life as an artist.

I’ve been making art for as long as I can remember. It is the only thing about me that has remained a constant.

This part of me is the closest I’ve ever been to accessing something deep and unknown within me.

Most days it is deeply confusing and sometimes, I wonder if it matters at all.

But I can’t stop. It’s the way I process the world around me, my life, my own internal landscapes, memory, and grief. I will find a way no matter what.

So this is an ode to my first ever studio space. It holds so many memories, so much love. Nights looking out at the stars or watching the sunset, all my tears and sadness the first year after my mom died, so much artwork that act like markers of time. It will always be a reminder of the day I set down this path, and a reminder that so much can change and no matter what, I will keep creating.

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