ARTISTS STUDIO

It was always my dream to own a small shop that sold a collection of beautiful one of a kind things. Jewelry, trinkets, furs, ancient rugs, old pictures. A place that takes you back in time to distant place when you walk in. Some faraway land you’ve always wanted to visit, with colorful markets and bustling streets, and rare items made by hand. So I finally opened one. I was living in the desert of Southern California and came across a small store that was available for half a year. A signed the lease and it was one of the happiest days of my life.

I quickly stared traveling and collecting one of a kind furniture and furnishings, going to antiques shops to handpick every single thing. Everything was done a tight budget and it made it so much more exciting. It’s too easy to just walk into a store and buy everything you need. There’s no thrill in being able to afford everything, finding something too rich for your blood only makes it so much more fulfilling when you find something even better at the right price. It makes the object feel like it was meant exactly for you. You will cherish it more, it will bring you more joy.

I loved having my little shop. I was so proud to wake up every morning and go to a place I built all by myself. And it was always such a stab in the heart when I had no customers, because even all the little thing I sold, I picked with my own hands, everything was made by other peoples hands and everything spoke a story. But we live in a world where nearly everything is mass produced by machines, sterilized, the life and charm taken out of it. Most people didn’t appreciate what I was offering, most wanted something cheaper, most wanted something just like everyone had.

After I closed my little store, I felt my dream was crushed, but maybe the right little store at the right time hasn’t found me yet…..so i’m still dreaming.