I'm part of an artist collective, which I was juried into a year ago. This was my first studio during a gallery walk. It was an icy cold night and I was freezing in this little room. I had hot cider and nice cookies. The walls were so red I could hardly work in this room, but my art looked good on the walls.
Now I'm in a room twice the size. It had a potter in it before and there was an unbelievable amount of clay dust. Now it is yellow and the walls are covered with my work. I love it.