Where is Your Studio?

There is a spot just outside of town filled with whimsical animals, giant metal dinosaurs, wacky motor vehicles, a giant vase covered in hubcaps and a fountain.  It’s called the Swetsville Zoo.  Even the gate is made of fanciful gargoyles and fleur di lis.

It is seriously creative and fun!

After hearing about this collection as long as I’ve lived in Fort Collins, I visited there last week to see it in person.  Lucky for me, the creator, Bill Swets was there and was very gracious in talking about his work.

He shared that his career as a firefighter often left him frazzled and sleepless.  With a grimace, he said, “There were nights when I just couldn’t shake the pain.”

In 1984, he began taking that frustration to his workshop filled with welding equipment and junk.

He said he would often lie awake imagining some kind of beastie and how he would put it together, then wander out to his workbench at 2 a.m. and create it.  This wonderful “zoo” is the result – hundreds of metal sculptures filled with fancy and fun.

That workshop was his studio.  He used his studio to feed his soul, burn off the pain, and renew his faith in humanity.

A Peek at My Studio

In the corner of my living room is a rocking chair given to me years ago by my father-in-law when I was pregnant with my son.  In that chair, I read stories to my babies and rocked them to sleep.   And, I crocheted masterpieces.

It is currently surrounded by crochet thread, a bag filled with patterns and inspiration, plus piles of crochet hexagons… which I Can. Not. Stop. Making.  Because they require such intense focus, those hexagons are my meditation.

I have my notebook for morning pages and a clipboard with blank paper for random notes and quotes, plus the most recent pile of must-read books.

That rocking chair is my studio.  It feeds my soul.

Where is your studio?

Maybe you don’t think you have a studio.  Maybe you don’t even think you’re creative.

I believe that everyone is creative, and I agree with Brené Brown when she says, “Unused creativity is not benign.”   An outlet for your creativity feeds your soul.

I would bet that you have some creative activity that calls you when your soul feels depleted.  Being there challenges you and you love it.  It feels so good to stretch.

It feeds your soul.

It could be gardening, or connecting with your kids or grandkids, or a quiet spot for reading an inspirational text.  It could be the time you spend journaling or drawing.  It could be cooking.  It could be making music or dancing.  It could be running, or fishing, or yoga, or golf.

You have a go-to spot.  Where is it?  Where do you go to feed your soul?

Comment below and tell us… where is your studio?


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