At Home in the Studio

Yesterday I arrived at the architecture studio a little after 5 a.m. I spent the entire day working on my project submission for that afternoon and attending my regular classes. Fast-forward to 7 p.m. and I hadn’t left the building once.

This is a recurring thing with most architecture students (as I’ve heard). There are crazy folk stories of past students who tried to sleep in the studio or hide and escape campus safety officers to stay in and work through the night (which isn’t allowed at our school for some reason).

We Make it Home

Since many of us spend so much of our time in studio, we slowly begin to make it our home. With Christmas lights, plants, toys, extra furniture, food, and many other random knick-knacks,  we turn our spaces into representations of ourselves (and our struggle).

It’s interesting to see the way our personalities shine through our spaces.

I love my studio space, even with all my layers of trace paper, pens everywhere, books, and even my studio slippers on the floor. I thrive in my messy environment. I know where everything is even though it may look chaotic.

Others, like my friend Christy, cannot work until their space is organized and cleaned (and I mean completely disinfected).

Some build furniture in the wood shop (like coat hangers and shelves), many have a coffee station by their desk (a must!), and others have a blank space with no personal items.

No matter what our desks look like it’s fun to appreciate our differences and learn from each other and the things that inspire us.

 

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