The light of day

My journey as an artist started with a class at the Art Gallery of Ontario, where I was given a supply of materials that included canvases, paintbrushes, and paints.

I took the art materials home, covered every inch of my five-foot square dining room table with newspaper, and tore into it.

My workspace wasn’t ideal. Space was limited, and the lighting was really bad, but it was all I had at the time, so I made the best of the situation.

Finding my space

A few years ago, I converted half of my detached garage into a summer space with big glass doors, a stone floor, a ceiling fan, and whitewashed paneled walls. The space was multipurpose, so for a while, I did yoga there, my kids partied there—a lot of good energy was created in the space in the summer months.

A dedicated space for my art: a place for my self-expression

Once I realized that painting was going to be a forever thing, I decided to dedicate the space solely to my art. So this past summer, I set the space up as my art studio.

It’s glorious. It’s light and bright and all mine. I open the doors to nature, turn on music, and start to play.

I’ve become very attached to this space. It’s my soulful place. It feeds my artistic expression and, it loves my art as much as I do, and for this, it’s deserving of a four-season life.

Winterizing the space is a must now.