The Palette

I found a studio. I wanted to make the action painting I had been doing at home a little easier. Once I started working in paint, the materials kept multiplying: canvas cloth, pigments, paints, brushes. Moving from the ballpoint pen to paint brought in far more things than I expected. I went around to the real estate agents near my home.

The first studio I rented was eight pyeong, about twenty-six square meters. It had a separate kitchenette, and it was a good place to focus on painting. The soundproofing was a little lacking, but most of the time it was quiet. It was on the eighth floor. The roof was right above, so I could go up whenever I wanted and look down at the street.

It was a space I could fill with my own things, without anyone telling me otherwise. I painted there. I was happy with life in the studio. I could bring in whatever I needed and keep as much of it as I liked. It was a place where I could be as free as I wanted.

The first thing I changed was the palette. The one I had been using was lighter than I expected. The force of my arm kept pushing it out of place, and that bothered me. So I went to a tableware shop, bought a round dish with some weight to it, and used it as my palette. It was a good choice for me, since I find it hard to control my strength. The studio is a place that reads my body. I liked the process of finding tools that fit my body.