Amy's Thought's On All Things About Becoming A Professional Emerging Artist

I have often thought and pondered how so many artists' studios seem to be contained in a space within their home.  I belong to one organization that has a special series for eblast pictures now and then of studios that artists send in to them, and they in turn send out to their members. 

Well, I'll just tell you it's the PSA.  Pastel Society of America.  They began sending out studio pictures from members of their special spaces in this decade.  I suppose like so many organizations with members spanning the breadth of age like the top 2/3's  of the population, they were experimenting with how to inspire a new group of post pandemic artists to get going again, after so much grief.

One way was to share those safe places where they created, and found their joy and sorrow mingled.  I have enjoyed looking at them.  I find studios where Northern light spills in abundant windows, looking out onto inspiration.  I have seen neat tables and organized supplies, standing at the ready, for the moment of inspiration to strike, or for the regular 9-5 painting life.   

Aware as I am of these spaces meant to inspire, I seek studio versions in person as well.  How many among us have gone on artist studio tours?  From museum's recreating a famous artist's space within the ticket purchasing confines of a building in a major city, to the simple home we find in a town traveled to for other purposes.  I love the discovery of how others create. 

My first visit to an artist studio was near my home. 

While traveling home one fine day, with my young son, who had selected to allow his brother to indulge in an adventure camp without him, we had an adventure of our own.  We took a road less traveled, as I often do to explore.  We saw a man walking along the road.  We waved, and he waved back.  We had our windows rolled half way down for the breeze which just seemed rude to me to keep that way, so I rolled them all the way down, and slowed to a crawl, and gave a salutation to the man, walking.  We introduced ourselves.  I was studying sculpture and printmaking, was the easy reply when he asked, "What do you do"?

He grinned, and said he was a bit of a sculptor himself, among other things.  Well we, began an easy conversation, and he invited me to park my vehicle and bring my son and myself down into the woods beyond a nearby large gate to a wooded property.

So of course being invited to view a personal studio of an artist, seemed good to me.  I thought a quick prayer of thanks for the serendipity of the occasion.

Holding onto my son's hand as I often did when walking, I spied an actual log cabin.  To my surprise and delight, we entered into what seemed like a time traveling adventure.  Once inside, I realized my small companion was being instructed not to touch any weapons, because every one was loaded.  I wanted to hold both his hands at that time!  I smiled and a little nervously, bent down to eye level and asked my young son if he understood that danger of touching a weapon, and to keep his hands in his pockets if he needed to do that to avoid touching them.   He nodded at me with his eyes wide at the adventure his brother was missing out on that day.

This studio, this first studio viewed, was the closest to my studio I have ever found, so far.  Only because it was filled with antiques and I got my start in married life by adding an antique business to mix in with art in the same year I married my husband. 

This new friend, and artist belonging to this log cabin, painted Americana, and sculpted Western scenes.  It was so very cluttered with authentic items to sculpt from that I thought if I ever focused on that aspect of art, I would surely need to sculpt from life's objects as he did.  However, I knew I had no foundry connections, so we spoke of that awhile.  He had a room or two "devoted" to his art creation, yet his whole cabin was filled to the brim with his work.  That is how my studio in 2-D had become in the years of this decade.

So flash forward to my current family requests:  Please create and contain your art to a room or two, at least on the surfaces mom.  The same son, that toured that studio with me is the only one who knows that my art was creeping into that "cabin scene" where every room and table top was cluttered with art and vintage/antique objects to paint. 

So this year is another year of organizing my spaces.  There is a soothing aspect to organizing items and materials.  I see the photos of  artists' studios, in PSA eblasts to members, and feel like those artists have already cleared the hurtles of organization.  They have already found their balance between creating and living a life that is away from their work. 

Where I have at times felt creativity stifled by my studio space being overflowing, so much so that every closet, save my son's, is full of art or art supplies.  I looked and saw myself creating in our family room this decade, I created in our breakfast room, I created in the formal dining room, I created in my studio, I created in my guest bedroom, I created outside my home.  I have hung art in every room, including the laundry room.  I have hit my limit in overflowing art and supplies as far as my husband is concerned.  I can not share a picture of the space I create in my home, as I would be sharing a tour of my home, and it would take a video.

So for now, I am using my supplies to box and make ready for shipping my art.  I am creating where ever I find myself at the moment that I decide to create.  Yet, I am also listening to the heartbeat of my family.  I am hearing their cry out to claim their home space back in unity with me, not in spite of me. 

I have engaged this once young in stature son, who is now 6 foot 5 inches tall, to assist me.  We are making an alternative space for overflow creation by cleaning out the garage.  We are reclaiming the guest bedroom for guests.  We are carrying ready to ship art to the climate controlled storage space, we are insulating our attic above the garage, for home items like decor that can be moved up there from the garage for seasonal storage.  He put together a sofa bed that has a little attached sketching table on an arm, that we agreed I could either sketch an idea on or eat a meal at while sitting on this new furniture for our home.  In that way I have a room for my computer and to take photos for my on-line shop, that is apart from my studio.  Like having a studio in one room and an office in the other.  This office couch that he put together for me doubles as a guest space by converting to a sofa bed.  I love that the attached arm on the side of the sofa, gives a small nod to sketching out a quick idea before moving to my studio.

He has banned me from adding any more art to his room.  He is kind.  He notes my progress at reclaiming our home for ourselves and not just for me and the creation process.  No one ever tells us as artists, that the drive to create can seem to take over at times.  Sometimes at 3 in the morning, sometimes at 5 am, or at Midnight after a mere one hour nap.  Usually we just hear about creative blocks.  My creative blocks have only from from cluttered space.  That is why my creativity invaded uncluttered rooms.  The drive to create was more powerful than the desire to stop creating long enough to declutter my three studio stations, within my studio. 

A balance of home life is more important to me than having a non stop creation process going in my home.  A studio picture is what I would like to share with PSA this year, maybe on Dec. 31st 2024, but this year. 

I want to be able to take a picture of at least one space for my work, and maybe my garage space for works that need more ventilation, (as I work in oils as well).  I would like to take at least 2 pictures of two spaces that had been overrun by my work, and that have been restored to the family.   not just restored but that are functionally adding to the satisfaction of my family and shared activities.

I have ideas for pairing down my belongings and have had a yard sale, (my first in this home of 22 years), just this past month.  It's progress.  It's baby steps, or toddler steps, or adolescent steps, and I have a son who is aware that I was never as cluttered as the cabin in the woods, and never as dangerous.    

Amy Carter Ishmael

(To view some of my art and help me in my decluttering quest, you may visit my gallery for art, antiques, collectibles at www.rubylane.com/shop/amy-carter-ishmael-art)