Dear Shed

Dear shed,

you are my tiny tardis, my tiny retreat space where I store my art supplies and paint .where I have the walls plastered with artists postcards and inspirational bobs. You have offered me refuge,a place to think where my brain has been able to breath out in a tiny home this space just big enough for a desk an easel a collapsible chair and shelves of wooden boxes and canvases . With the little handmade window and 15 years of paint on the outside . You are my little humble space . And to you I am very grateful. We have had our arguments when I couldn’t work out what was wrong with paintings and when you had a fire I sobbed and then it took me a year to slowly clean and clear and paint all the walls and reclaim . You seem like a secretive getaway when we can’t go anywhere , my hideaway , sanity giving hope filled space. A literal alone space , where I’ve written bible quotes and have handprints . I was really excited when bees moved into a crack in the outside wall and I could hear them buzzing away in the wall . Amazing magical , surprising fairy lighted home of art next to the pond at the bottom of the wild garden .