I have an art studio.
Granted, sometimes it becomes a library, a research lab, pilates room, or (and most often) a coffee shop of some kind. But I like to think of it as my studio. I have canvas rolled and stacked, paintings hung from everywhere, and random statuettes and carvings that constantly serve as models. There is a MASSIVE pile of photography books on the desk – again, models. I have my watercolor, acrylic, and oil palettes propped up proudly to show the world that I’m cool like a real painter, plus my various stashes of brushes that kind of end up all over the room.
Lamp at just the right angle. A rug for sitting on while painting. A chair covered with a bright yellow wrap for when the rug thing gets old. I like to lie on the floor and let the ideas flow in, collecting in the drain of my mind.
Oh, and there’s a bed in there too.