Crochet star flowers with ends still dangling; painted beads brought back by my bff from Hawaii; sewn together, spray-painted paper scraps; rejected, but still pretty, paint swatches; Prismacolor colored pencils my dad bought me in high school; painted cardboard--no great works of art, but still fun.
Mailart from Mary Ann, Randi and other beautiful artist friends; sparkly yarn from a dear friend, too precious to use on any but the most special projects; exquisite watercolor ATC on an ingenius bent fork stand.
Shelf full of more glorious art journals.
Little treasures; amazing abstracts that, no matter how long I stare at them, continue to boggle my puny little mind; long-neglected Zumi camera case; gifted journal made for me by my bff.
Some of my favorite (and most recently purchased) art books; moleskine journals; can't-create-without brushes in a little hand-painted vase from Garcia's in Matamoros, Mexico; paint swatch for the last unpainted wall in the studio; headphones for listening to podcasts on my phone.
More cardboard cityscapes; calendar for planning my days; tin of treasured ATCs; view of all the projects we need to finish in the backyard.
Linda Naiman said, "When we engage in what we are naturally suited to do, our work takes on the quality of play and it is play that stimulates creativity." I have no idea who Linda Naiman is, I pulled her quote off the Internet, but she's a wise woman. My studio is - above all - a place to play, and there is for me no greater motivator or creative inspiration than having fun with art.