Things are slowly falling into place and I decided to take matters on my hands and reconfigured my studio the way I wanted. Not because I wanted to take my roommate into consideration, or because someone else thought I should paint on some designated area. It was all about me. Last week I moved furniture around, leaving me with the perfect painting space I've had so far.
The most emotional part was on Saturday morning, as I started putting up my inspiration wall. Centuries of art history printed on postcards I've been collecting during museum visits were hung on the walls. These postcards had been up in my previous working spaces, hovering over me every night as I painted, offering me answers to many painting questions. I brought them out of their box so that they could watch over me once again. It was the missing link; the inspiration I was lacking all this time. Now I feel at home and with a renewed sense for painting.