I tried to make a studio work in the garage, not for winter, no privacy.
I rented space in town, but I couldn't spend much time there.
Then we added a room to the back of the house, which was lovely until we needed more room.
A few years later I applied for, and received a MacDowell Colony fellowship. The colony is in the New Hampshire woods, with scattered cottages /studios for artists, composers, and writers. One of the studios was based on an Italian villa (I think). You don't know which studio will be yours until you get there. Lunch was delivered to your studio doorstep, dinner was shared in the main building, as was breakfast.
So for a month this was mine, all mine. Shared only with a few resident mice.
What kind of work did I do there you ask? And well you might.Nothing I could do would live up to that studio. It was like singing in a cathedral. Solo.
If it was a permanent arrangement I would have adapted, but adapting takes time, and then your work usually changes depending on the light, among other variables. It was overwhelming. And I kept thinking that I should be grocery shopping, making dinner, wifely things-never having painted away from those interruptions. Necessary of course, but still...
I went to the Colony again a few years later, and this time got a normal cottage. The breakfast conversations were still a high point.
After that we moved out to the Eastern End of Long Island, and it was back to a garden shed. Again, for the summer only, I rented studio space and gallery in Montauk. I was told by another artist that psychologists and psychiatrists that summered out there preferred non-objective paintings. I'll leave it at that.
As a matter of fact, one year a gynecologist won the Annual Shark Tournament. I'll leave that alone as well.
We finally built our own house with, space and skylights for me, the children were grown, and that's where I did my best work. It was nice while it lasted.
Whoever you are, male, female, or anything in between.
1.YOU NEED A WIFE. and 2. YOU NEED A ROOM OF YOUR OWN