Tasmania Residency

Last night I read a reflection I wrote in my first week of second year at art school. I wondered if university was the right place for me and and wrote about my struggles in settling into my new studio space. I began to romanticise the work space I had set up over the Summer in my Grandfather's old office where I had my drawing table, desk, materials, music, books and two windows overlooking the garden. Although that space had been available to me full-time over the holidays, I had not used it every day. It would be a novelty for me to go out there and work as day-to-day I continued to potter around inside the house, lying down and drawing on the floor of the lounge room or sitting on my bed writing and musing. The moment I had to start school though, and didn't have so much time available to work there, I instantly began to romanticise the location and couldn't think of anything else but to go back there and work; to draw, think, read and write.
It seems that even though I will quite often have an appropriate work space/studio set-up available to me, I quite often won't work in it and only when I am away from it will I begin to dream about and idealise the space. Only in my mind can my studio space be perfect. I suppose this applies to a lot of situations though; dreaming about something is a lot different to having it right in front of you.