![]() The inside of this backyard artist studio is my new favorite place in the world. ![]() But eventually, often slowly, sometimes frantically, I built a fully beautiful studio in my backyard even though I didn't really know what I was doing. I just tried to start moving in the right direction, certain that I would never finish, and sure that I couldn't do this. ![]() I would spend hours looking out at that rusty old shed and seeing everything I had to do before I could even start building-tear down an existing shed, somehow uproot the trees around it, dig out a foundation, fill it with crushed rock, lay treated runners, so on an so on-each task was equally a mystery to me. Starting a big project where I have largely no idea what I am doing and have none of the skills necessary is one of my least favorite endeavors and is always incredibly overwhelming. Anything was possible, except for the fact that I had no idea how to construct a building. Settled in and eager to unpack my many boxes of art supplies and maker tools, I began dreaming up my new space-this time I would be building from the ground up. Now that I was a spoiled backyard artist, I knew this metal tetanus heap was sitting on the hallowed ground of what would one day be my new den of creative wonders. When we bought a lovely little brick home in our new state, the backyard was outfitted with a rusting metal shed flanked by gnarly tree bushes and lined with diagonally-embedded bricks. Two years ago, my family moved from Florida to Colorado, leaving behind my beloved shed I had converted into an art studio.
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