Once watching out for Cebah became a pretty much 24/7 thing, I (very reluctantly) gave up my divine nest in the studio and started sleeping in my dad's room in the house. Everything about my sleeping loft in the studio had been carefully planned to suit me perfectly, and it did. It made me happy to wake up in that spot, with the dawn coming in through the limbs of the beech and the tops of the bamboo.
On the other hand, nothing about the room in the house suited me at all - the bed faces the wrong way, and the space is confining, but not private at all. Perhaps the worst is that it is well sealed. I like cracks that let some air in. But I decided that it didn't matter; I have a job to do, and for the time being, my preferences are irrelevant. I thought it could be a bit like traveling. When I'm traveling, I know that I'm not going to be able to choose the orientation of my space, or the details of what the space is like, and that's not what I'm traveling for anyway - I can sleep on a train (love it), or in a train station, or in a cellar (Nice is worth it) - on the beach, on rocks and roots, in a corner, or just doze wherever until it's time to move again. I hadn't really thought about being in that condition for an extended period of time, at home. Once I realized that's the way it was going to be, I hung a favorite painting, of the ocean surf and rocks on the Quinalt reservation, for something to look at when I wake up.
I had some paint left over from the cloud ceiling, quite a bit of medium deep sky blue, and some pearl grey. Semi-snowed in and with a little time on my hands, I thought that if I combined the two there might be just enough to paint the room. I didn't want to go out just to buy a paint brush for walls - I loathe painting with those things anyway - so I decided I'd try painting with a large hog bristle brush that I really like. It's only 3 inches wide, but I paint fast. Still, it was a lot of small strokes to cover all four walls!
The color turned out to be one that I'd probably never have chosen for a bedroom in a thousand years, but I'm so cheap and love making things like this work out. I decided to call it "Ocean Mist" - seemed like something on a paint chip. In these photos the color looks even more lurid than it actually is, because of the flash, but it IS pretty intense.
(The third photo, of Chisato's calligraphy ("Water") - is without flash & shows more of the grey aspect. ) But it's a lot better than the off-white paneling that preceded it - trust me. After the walls were done, I went to the studio and picked out some art, some by me, some by my dearest friends, all with water imagery. It turned out odd, quirky, and now I feel like I can actually inhabit the space myself, rather than just enduring it.