A Room of One's Own
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
I would end Virginia Woolf's sentence at “write”, because female artists—and all women I would argue, for women are creators at heart—seem to crave a room of one's own. This is one of the small, sweet joys that still exists for me as a teacher (and there is not much sweetness left for me, except of course for the children.) Each morning when I arrive at my own classroom, it feels like an art studio and space of my own. It feels holy. And when I turn the key and step through my door, I know I am in a sacred space.
At home, I am FINALLY, FINALLY creating a teensy but significant creative space of my own! I had set up a desk last year, where I could write and paint, but it just never felt right and my youngest son loved my desk, so he inherited it.
I can't wait! It's more than overdue, this space of my own. I'll show you my space when I have it all set up, sometime in the next week or two :). Yay!
(I would also say that artists, espeically writers, need to live somewhere there are four distinct seasons—maybe it's something about compoartmentalization and boundaries, but that's another post entirely.)