My studio. Ordered chaos.
At the start of my freshman year at URI in 1972, I was assigned a room with a young woman named Dawn Paul whom I had not yet met. When I first entered the room, I saw that Dawn had arrived earlier and made up her bed with a simple patchwork quilt. There might have been one poster. That was it. Immediately I began to unpack my "gypsy" trunks and proceeded to paint and glue and collage all sorts of images to the wall above my bed. Later that day Dawn returned with a friend. After we had all introduced ourselves, her friend walked over to my side of the room to study my "installation." He was quiet for a moment, then turned to Dawn and stated flatly, "I believe you've been out-freaked."
Imagery abounds in my home, but it does not look like my studio. Sometimes I think that I will clear my studio all out and have just one or two pictures on the wall, but who am I kidding?
What does your workspace look like??