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I’m building a studio

July 24, 2017

I’m building a studio. I’m 41years old (today) and I’m building a studio. In a strange twist of fate I’ve been offered the opportunity to do some of the creative things I like to do for money. It’s a slim opportunity but it’s still an opportunity. Also, I know that if I don’t pro-actively start to do the things I want to do they won’t ever happen.

We don’t have much space in our flat, certainly not enough space for much of the photography I want to try. Balancing lights on top of mountainous toy boxes and arranging props around ironing and houseplants is not working. It’s as frustrating for everyone else as it is for me, but we have an attic, a very big, mostly unused attic so I’m going to build a studio in it. I’ve spent a lot of my life being reminded that I’m not very good at things, certainly not good at any traditionally ‘male’ things, like building or DIY. I’ve generally accepted this as the truth and dutifully stepped aside to the let others do the ‘manly’ stuff with the power tools and the alpha maleness to prove. It’s only in the last couple of years I’ve started to question this and generally, I’m ok at things.

I’m not going to go overboard, I’m just going to put down a floor initially, and if I don’t destroy this reality entirely in the process I’ll maybe move onto some nice additions. I don’t want this to become a distraction from the purpose (a space for creative output). I don’t really know what I’m doing but I know which end of a drill to hold and I know where the hardware store is.

I have no idea if this will take a weekend or a year. I’ll start and see how it goes. I’ve ordered the basic components to arrive by the end of the week and on Saturday (courage allowing), I’ll start building.

My name is Robert, I’m 41 years old and I’m building a studio. It may fail awfully but then, it might not.

Category: General Nonsense
Tags: DIY, hardware, studio

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