My basement is like many others in America. It’s the home of the washer and dryer and some odds and ends we’ve totally forgotten about. However, It’s also the home of my art studio. I use that term loosely however since its not really a proper studio but I love it and it serves its purpose beautifully. Whenever I’ve had a hard day of homeschooled high school (twice as academically hard as public or private high school) or am just feeling exasperated or confused I can go to the studio and draw or paint and in the end everything feels right again and I have another (hopefully) beautiful piece of art.