I dream of living in a house on a hill. A barn, actually. A repurposed space that was once one thing and is now another. A place with lovely bones. A large, loft-like space with high ceilings, rafters, clerestory windows, big sliding doors with heavy, industrial, exposed hardware, and wood floors.
Barn Conversion by Shed
Shootfactorybarn found at RemodelistaVia Remodelista
Large enough for me to dance from one end to the other: grand jetes, tour jetes, one after another.Psalm
A place where all the choreography in my head has a chance to land on the ground and grow. Spiral up, spiral down. An invitation to the spirits of Jose’ Limon and Doris Humphrey, Martha Graham, and Isadora Duncan.Jose Limon La Patria from “Dances for Isadora”- Barbara Zivich Neri (photo by Linda Alaniz)
And a place where I can make things; tinker, glue, hammer, tie, paint, glaze and throw. Where I can leave stuff out, and come back to projects when the mood strikes, and fall into downward dog when my body says “it’s time.”downward dog
I want to look out my windows and see trees, and that fox we used to feed French Silk pie to.Gary Organschi- Outhouse
Big tables, large expanses of hand-planed wood. Live edges.Vermont Wood Studios
I want to stretch out on the floor. No clutter, just open empty space, ready to receive whatever manifests itself there.
And a fantastic stereo.
Space for all my books, filling the walls. And a balcony for the telescope.Via Interior Divine
I played in cornfields as a child, and rode my bike until dark. I stared at the full moon like it was the face of my dearest friend and watched Orion cross the sky. I spent my childhood in dance studios and on auditorium stages, filling the empty space with only what my body could fill it with: movement and voice.
Pretend your deaf aunt is sitting the back row. Project! Fill the space with You. Own it. Get wide. Expand your personal sphere and reach with every extremity you have to touch the ceiling, the walls, and the ground beneath the floor. If you fall, the floor will catch you.Via Broadway World
The kids will know not to disturb me here. Their friends will say, “What is your Mom doing?” And they will say, “She’s an artist. She dances. She makes things.” “Like what?” they’ll ask, curious to look in the windows. They will answer, “You just have to experience it.”
Sometimes an empty room is not really empty.Yoga
Where do you feel most at home? When you dream of your most perfect space, what comes to mind?This is my contribution to this week’s series of “Let’s Blog Off” posts. For a full list of participants and links to their sites, go to www.letsblogoff.com