"It's Cooler In The Mornings" and Other Annoying Advice

I'm sitting in my comfortably air-conditioned house writing my blog about my life as an artist instead of working in the uncomfortably hot studio on this sweltering day in July.  In fact, it's been a month of sweltering days.  I know this in a way I wouldn't have known it other summers, had they been this hot, because THIS month I rented a friend's non-air-conditioned studio (top photo) while she is away.  I needed some extra space to work on some large projects, and it seemed like a good idea.  It was a good idea in that I did get some crucial things accomplished.  I was able to set up and photograph several pieces against the big, white wall.  I was also able to build several sculpture bases.

 My home studio has daylight fluorescent bulbs, which give off a great light, as you can see in the photo above.  It also has a baseboard heater running the length of the longest wall, and wood trimmed baseboards on the others.  The baseboards became a big issue when I tried to get clean photographs of the art.  Also, my home studio only has a 7' dropped ceiling, which also detracts from the taller work.  Some of my new pieces are so tall I couldn't avoid getting those ceiling tiles in the photos.  Ugh.  At this point, I do not have Photoshop and have been editing everything with iPhoto.  I was able to use my vacationing friend's excellent selection of power tools to cut plywood, and use her tabletop sawhorses to glue and nail the sculpture pedestals together. I didn't have to worry about the screaming saw terrifying my noise-sensitive dog into sitting on my feet, either.  It is very difficult to accomplish tasks if a dog is trying to sit on your feet.  Any fantasies I'd had about bringing him to that studio were quickly quelled when I realized how miserable we'd both be there together.

I hate it when people say, which they did, "it's cooler in the mornings, so if you get up and go in early you'll be better off".  Of COURSE it's cooler in the mornings, but I stay up late, often past midnight, doing the computer work and writing part of being an artist, and I'm not like my Uncle Ray, who only needed 3 hours of sleep per night thus living the equivalent of two normal people's lives.  I have a family to be part of and we try to approximate our schedules so we see something of each other.  So.  I'd get up at around 8:00, shower because I must, though it makes no sense when I'm going into a steam bath, check my emails to make sure there were no time-sensitive issues to deal with, eat breakfast so I wouldn't have to stop working and take a break until a little snack lunch I'd bring, perhaps put a load of laundry in, pack the car with that day's project materials, and inevitably finish the 1/2 hour drive to the studio around 10 or 11am.  Then I'd park my car in the glaring sun and proceed to drag my supplies to the studio building, through another artist's studio, and into mine.  Back to the car, and a repeat or two.

By the time I set up the fans and got to work I'd be dripping.  One day I realized I should have sweatbands for my head because I was literally dripping onto my work.  If I didn't have deadlines I wouldn't have been able to get myself to go in there and do the projects.  Even so, I wasn't able to get myself in there many times for two days in a row.  I seem to need an entire day to recover from such heat immersion.  Luckily, there were things I needed to do in my home studio, too, so I could remain productive with an excuse.  My home studio isn't directly air conditioned, but some of the house a/c sinks downstairs.

Other people suggested that I go in the evenings, "when it cools down".  Unfortunately, I am not an evening person when it comes to physical work.  Working at night would also put me into the visiting times for the nocturnal creatures who clearly visit.  Not that the mice didn't visit during the day, but I know they are even more lively at night.  After the landlord sprayed some rodent deterrent into the ceiling, the daytime screeching from raccoons or rats or squirrels partying up there temporarily stopped.  

I know there are lots of people who have to work outside in searing weather:  road construction crews, farmers (okay, I know they DO get up early), and roofers, to mention a few.  I've thought about the slaves who had to pick cotton in the mean sun for hours every day, with no fans.  I realize that I am soft.  I've had it easy.  I haven't suffered from the heat like this since I was a child.  Then, my father used to hang wet sheets in front of the windows, and blow a fan through them, claiming he could feel a difference.  I never thought it helped.  In fact, it seems that would have only added to the humidity, thus making the air even muggier! There are no effective home remedies for being overheated except, perhaps, wrapping oneself with iced towels.  I didn't try that since it would have added to the dripping that was already going on.

These days anyone who reads or listens to the news at all hears lots of talk about climate change and global warming.  Yet it is mostly all talk and no action.  My oasis of cool air may soon be only a memory as we run out of natural resources that power it.  This is happening quickly.  This summer I have some choice on whether to be inside where it is comfortable or inside where it is hellish.  According to some scientists who study all of this, this choice may disappear in my lifetime.  Humans are poisoning and over-fishing, over-farming, over-drilling, over-building, and over-populating our planet, and we may be bringing forth our own demise.  Arriving to work in the mornings or in the evenings when it is cooler, will not solve that.

My month-long studio rental is almost over, and what I've accomplished there in addition to the few projects I already mentioned is a renewed appreciation for the comforts I have at home.  I'm not taking my a/c, my food, my water, or my air for-granted.  I'm not taking our earth for-granted.  And, certainly, I'm not taking my being able to make art in the midst of serious environmental collapse for-granted.  Making art is a luxury that I hope to enjoy for many years yet. I can do it if I'm comfortable enough.