The series involves taking snapshots of “the creative spaces people like yourself work from. This could be an office, a desk tucked away in a corner, or a table at a coffee shop.”
My first response to her email was pure panic. There is no way I can set images of my home office loose on the internet. It’s a shameful place that is so disorganized that my cat and I are the only two living beings who can navigate it successfully. My sweet husband won’t even bring coffee in – he’ll hold it in the doorway and wait for me to come and get it or else he will, without fail, stub his toe on one of the many piles of things littering the floor.
We are all aware (from being on Pinterest and reading blogs) of how gorgeous home offices can be. Neat little square rooms with sun filled windows, DIYed white washed desks, carefully curated and organized bookshelves, and artistic, anthropologie-esque lamps gracing a styled corner of the room… it’s hard to see those images and not compare my own disastrous office to them, especially after today’s earlier post with stunning images from Ila Handbags’s studio.
But the thing is – if something matters to me, I’ll do it. Like this blog, it matters to me, and I haven’t let a single day go by since I started without posting something. The only logical conclusion to draw then is that my creative space doesn’t matter to me.
After reading Christine’s email – it got me thinking about creative spaces and what that really means. My home office is NOT my creative space. It’s the space where I go to get work done. To do all the nitty-gritty things that aren’t so fun but that are required when running a blog. The uploading of photos, the linking, the website maintenance…
My creative space is somewhere else entirely. It’s the swimming pool.
While swimming laps is where I do my creative work. It’s where I get my ideas. It’s where I decided what direction to take the rebrand of this blog, it’s where I first decided to start a wedding blog, and it’s where I think up ideas for inspiration boards and design and styling posts.
There’s something about the rhythmic breathing, the constant back and forth, the straight, black tiled line along the bottom of the lane – it’s mediative. With my head underwater, the world around me is finally quiet enough to get lost in my thoughts and that’s where my creative work happens.
And so my previous ‘logical conclusion’ isn’t accurate at all. I actually treat my creative space with great care. I’m like a sponge – I must be dipped in water daily to stay alive.
I know I’m not the only person like this. I know lots of people whose creative spaces are not physical spaces likes offices or coffee shops or studios, but states of mind or a certain mood. A song, a walking route, a time of day… anything can be your creative space, but whatever it is, I bet it’s uniquely you.
And on that note I’d love to know – what is your creative space?
Synchronized Swimmer Letterpress Cards from Mae Mae Paperie.