This is my space. It’s where I create. Sometimes it’s masterpieces, sometimes it’s messes. But it’s mine. It may look like a 100 year old attic, but it’s more than that. It has great light through dormer windows that look down onto the street. It has floors that don’t mind a little paint splattered here and there. It’s quiet. Secluded. It’s my studio. It’s my space.