A space in which to write, to work.

The space which one occupies is of utmost importance.  Mostly it is the mental space in which I refer to, that is, if you believe that anything can be done anywhere (which may or may not be true, and I actually think that perhaps yes is the answer).  Of course, being the idle creative that I am, most of my ideas are but imaginings, amounting to little (or, in fact, nothing), so it all happens in my mind or I speak a good game (like a politician, but delivering less than nothing).

Reading two books on creativity over the last two days upon an indirect recommendation by an old friend of mine has gotten me to thinking about the nature of many things, which is how it should be, no?

At the moment, I am referring only to the aesthetic of the place in which creativity happens.  One of the many images stored inside my rather large memory banks is that of the writing desk area of the Japanese writer Kawabata Yasunari, which I saw a re-creation of at the exhibition in Kyoto that many many years ago.  

But I know that as long as one is motivated, driven, running on electricity- then, really, anything can happen, anywhere.