When I was a kid I would lay on my bed dead still with eyes closed. After awhile I could feel myself slowly fill the room wall to wall, floor to ceiling. I could hear the closeness. I would stay in that state. I wasn't thinking of anything. It was more of a body awareness. A sort of active meditation. Eventually I would move a finger or toe and be instantly back to my normal size. I don't think I could have done this anywhere else outside this room of my own.
My current studio is across the street from my home and next to my garden. The studio is about 550 square feet. I prefer working next to home. The line between art and life melts away. I eat lunch at home. I hang out in my garden. I'm usually in the studio by noon and paint until eight or so.
My tables are arranged around an open center so the workstation can easily move to where I'm painting. There is storage under the tables and suspended from the ceiling along one wall. The area under the suspended storage can be cleared out leaving all four walls open for a studio show or sale. The lights above the tables are attached to wooden frames and can be raised or lowered as need be. Packing materials are stored above the lights. There is a small slop sink in the space which is something new to me. I like organizing and making up systems that support my process. It reminds me of life creating systems that support survival.
I make the space safe and the environment comfortable. Because I experiment not only with materials but also with feelings of being lost and not knowing, it's essential for me to have this space that I control and organize. In this safety zone I can explore feelings and emotions that would be difficult to look at in the outside world. My studio fills with paintings as I try not to break the spell that is cast.