At the end of March I put down a deposit and one month’s rent on a small but quaint art studio room situated in a three story building. The building itself is called The Old Bakery Studios, and there is a large eerie basement that will eventually be transformed into a gallery space and café.
I’ve come to think of the studio as my magpie nest or faerie hollow, a place for muse and reverie. I am collecting natural curiosities for the walls; roe deer antlers presented in a shadowbox, bird skulls and corvid feathers, butterflies, taxidermy and pressed flowers. It feels awe-inspiring to finally have somewhere to create and claim as my own.