Monday! Trying to get this post up before the summer heat utterly, competely drains me of motivation and leaves me on the couch gasping for air, with only the energy to munch TerraChips.
This is a room off of one of the main halls in the Alahambra, in Grenada, Spain. Apparently, where we would put a broom closet or a panel of electrical fuses, the Moors felt the need to put a handmade fountain in a tiny, ethereal space, with zilj tile and a view of the Andalusian countryside. Which we would do, too, if we didn’t need a space to keep those brooms and fuses. This one is a little worse for wear, but I am putting it up because I am searching for a new studio space and the ones I have seen have been, shall we not say, diamonds in the rough. Man, are they rough. So I am using this photo to convince myself that with a little paint and curtaining and TLC, one of them can become the “room of one’s own” that we’re all supposed to have. Wish me luck!
And when you clean out your broom closet to make a niche like this one, bring me the broom. Boy, am I gonna need it.
Oh, and Sausalito Summer Nights is a totally cheesy 80’s pop song that came out one summer when I was in, like , 7th grade. I love it, and you can listen to it here: Diesel