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if only…no need to hate me. feel free to empathise. my studio is in the house…or what for the past year i have been calling my so called studio. we moved to this place. 2 rooms, one the bedroom, the other a tiny little space, hall, kitchen. nice. the tiny room was supposed to be my studio. so excited! finally, my own little space to play in. within a month, i was sharing it with 2 godrej cupboards, a chest, a strange cabinet thing that the landlord left behind and random paraphernalia. eventually, the tiny room became a 4ftx4ft studio space. but i did have the walls, on which i did let out all my frustration.
so you have a desk. i have 4 tiles. but, 2months more and i actually have a room. and this time, nothing else in it. but, it is in the house. pockets not wide enough to get the luxurious much needed studio yet. someday…
silk screen press!!! now that would be a dream come true…for you and me. keeping fingers and toes crossed, someday you’ll get that press. now, the big question. where you going to keep it?