Dream

I dreamt last night about my studio. It was in Santee. It was in a strip office park. It was warehouse like, 1,000 to 1,500 sq ft. It had a loft for my bedroom, very small kitchen, bathroom, all window in front, an anti back room with a back door. I would have to build a stairs to the loft. Best of all, it was only $100.00 a month, including utilities. Oh and it was air conditioned, very important for me. At only $100 a month, I was still thinking how I was going to make the rent, that age-old struggle still embedded in my psyche. I thought I could rent wall space to other artists, and have monthly changing art shows with artists receptions. I was really scared, but knew I had to take this leap. Everyone told me I was crazy, but I knew I had to do it. For once a happy dream!