Two months later and the project of transforming the wooden shed into my epic artland is done. DONE. I even made my first project in there tonight (right after I took all these pictures--the studio's cleanliness has been replaced by nylon scraps and rope bits).
So here it is! Bask in the beauty of my wondrous studio. Come visit and sit on the settee from last post. We can make crafts together and laugh and stuff. It will be great.
How did we get here?
I put a few coats of floor polyurethane on the plywood floor as well--I may add more substantial flooring later on, but my main priority is to have a floor that is easy to clean and that I'm fine with getting covered in paint splatters, clay, and whatever other kinds of messiness I make. I am not a clean artist, and I've paid for many carpet stain in my days of apartment renting.
That was my entire experience with insulation.
The internet and some encouragement from Linden caught me up to speed on how to install the cotton candy, and it didn't take long. Plus my favorite beer, New Belgium's "Fat Tire", finally arrived in Florida. Nothing fuels productivity like the nostalgia of Colorado and a cold one.
The day after I finished the insulation, Linden came down to pull an all-nighter with me and hang all the drywall. She's just amazing like that. As we imbibed our Fat Tire motivation, Linden rocked the weird angles of the wall-meets-ceiling.
Linden's boyfriend Eric is the electrician wizard who wired and powered the shed, and they both love me enough to exchange ridiculous amounts of labor for tacos and beer! They are sort of like the art studio's power couple. Which is a better couple name for them--Linderic or Erinden?
After the mud on the walls and ceiling was dry, I covered everything in a drywall primer and then in paint we had leftover from the rest of our house (and some left-behind white ceiling paint). I bought a bunch of baseboard at the Habitat for Humanity Restore for $6 and it was more than enough for the whole shed.
Dave's Dad and I made the shelves for the shed by following a great instructable for simple, sturdy shelves that could be easily customized to the studio's barn ceiling and to fit perfectly around my desk. He likes to refer to the shed as "Art's studio" due to the ridiculous number of boxes "Art" seemed to have when we were moving in. This led to instantly classic lines like "Why does art have so much crap?" and "Art needs to get rid of some of his junk."
After installing the first few shelves the place really took on a whole new vibe--the shed was no longer an empty room but a functional space with a purpose. It started to feel really, really good to be in there and not just sort of vacant with imaginary art materials shuffling about.
Once the shelves were installed, I snapped. All of "Art's" boxes had been piled up in the extra bedroom for too long. I was a maniac. Everything was unpacked and the shelves were filled within 24 hours.