So, I finally got back up to school to start my children's book. I got up fairly early, piled all my stuff into my car and then set off on the three hour drive to school. I think I realized halfway there that I forgot the folding chair, I realized that I forgot the seafood I bought when I pulled into the drive and I realized that I forgot all of my shower stuff halfway through unpacking. But you have to realize that that sort of thing is not particularly unusual for me. Unpacking I realized that half of the stuff that I put in the house should have been at home, just like half of the stuff I had just brought home really need to be in the house and there was another fourth that I couldn't decided whether or not it should go in my studio.

It was this last fourth that brought me down the street a little ways in my car to the lab school parking lot: the place where my small adventure was about to begin. I have learned from past encounters with... directions, that when you are moving in someplace you've never been before to 1. walk and 2. leave anything heavy behind. There is nothing like carrying large boxes when your lost. So I dropped the car there and began to walk down the slope to where I guess the agricultural building to be. I walked around it and into the front door. I saw a woman working in her office as I walked by, so I poked my head in and said:

"Excuse me, do you know where [my studio] is?"

She said, "I think that's in the old building in the back." and pointed me down the hallway where I was to find two double doors and then instructed me to go past there, between the [my studio]nd engineering building. I found the places just as she told me... with one exception. The Agricultural building was made up of two sections, the first half was the newer university facade that made it look like it was built in the eighteenth century while in truth it all the buildings were recently renovated with matching stone from a quarry not too far from the university. Behind that was the older section of it, a sort of white stone area that looked like it was part of an office building, not campus. I wondered if this was what she meant or was she referring to the old powerhouse that one dark and wintry night, I had the mishap to mistake for the new powerhouse. The old powerhouse, while a reasonably decent workspace, was creepy.

So, I saw another woman walking by and I walked over to her and asked, "Hi, do YOU know where [my studio] is?"

She was perplexed. She did not know where [my studio] was, but she said that she'd take me to a person who did know. As we talked, she said that she was very curious about it herself. We went in and talked to the dean who, like most deans was very... upfront. She said that it was definitely back behind the building we were in and pointed vaguely out the window. The lady I had come up with pointed out a window at a little building. "Do you see? It's the one with the little pink door." It was a building that had once adjoined to the old powerhouse, but I hoped for the best as I jogged down the stairs and went out to meet my studio. I knew that the studio had a lock and that is how I found the door, just a little ways below on the landing there was a door with a padlock on it. I got out the key and went inside.

I knew from the moment I stepped in that it was the right place. Like so many places, it felt like some queer post apocalyptic film where all the people had just got up and left all there stuff, right where it was. There work littered the floor space and desk space... but it had not always been a studio. I could have guessed it by the name, but it was much stranger once you got inside. The first real clue (which was a little hard to miss, I'll admit) was the giant meat locker at the far end of the room. While the metal doors were no longer the entrances to chilled meat and instead had been converted into two private studios and a closet, I had to admit that I was having flashbacks of mob movies and frozen corpses as I walked cautiously in them to inspect the space. A note on a large chalkboard just inside told me that this was... not the space that I was looking for.

All in all, it seemed like I had no head start on anyone at all. The more that I searched and discovered, the more I found that this place had already been claimed by the six or nine other people I was going to share it with in the next fall. There was some comfort though: two empty shelves at the bottom of a bookshelf, power, internet and a sure confidence that I was pretty much the only person that was going to be here for the next three months. So that is where I am now! Sitting, quite well in the butterfly chair Zanzi gave me those two years ago thinking about tomorrow...

wow... ur studio sounds very big... and i wonder how does a studio look like.
» renaye on 2008-05-15 09:33:00

Sounds like the beginning of a story in itself!
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