The office manager asked us to kindly tidy it all away, and at the end of a corridor of sliding bookshelf storage we found a small space that was ours and ours alone - and created Studio 20. A place where we could imagine, craft, and produce our work. (It was on the 20th floor...)
Everyone needs a studio 20:
of the body – a location to call your own; or
of the mind – a place of escape and release, a place of protection and safety.
Where is that place you can call your own to disorganize?