My studio exists in my head.
At any given moment,
somewhere in the recesses of my mind,
a creative endeavor is finding shape, space,
or solution to some real or imagined difficulty.
I recently understood the equation for an ellipse.
The concept was presented in college algebra.
I fumbled through the exercizes,
the information would prove valuable.
Funny thing about math class,
the opportuntiy to apply the concepts in the real world
rarely coincide with the sylabus.
It wasn't until I needed to layout a twenty-eight foot ellipse,
elements of the distance formula finally made sense.
Thank God: the string method wasn't working!
In reality tho, I work out of a garage.
Approximately, 440 square feet,
filled with a life's collection of tools,
a coffee pot, and cool junque.
I would like to push back the walls,
add a few skylights,
create some more room,
but I don't own the place.
My yard is the size of a park.
It is extremely difficult
to tear myself away from a project
to mow the grass.
I made the attempt to put some of my work in the yard
for the neighbors to enjoy.
This was ok,
until the landscape became a little crowded,
and the mrs. let me know the ambiance was becoming
"a lil tacky."
If prudence is the better part of valor,
then, for a married creative;
compromise is the better part of continuing to create.
Perhaps, I'll just make more stuff
for the inside of the house,
until the ambiance becomes
"a lil tacky."
I will keep the windmills in the yard,
I had hoped to get a fountain out there this summer.
maybe a sculptured bird or two.
They add a certain flare to the environment.
Alas, so much to do, so little time.