Inspiration comes in many forms, and through the lens of many minds. There are nearly as many ways to interpret a set of ideas as there are brains, commonalities aside.
As someone who plans to have an in-house laboratory someday and who misses the art and craft of science on a daily basis (why have I not made it a daily practice, eh? Like, what's wrong with me?), I dig up images of as much during Internet searches. You know, the way some women look for home decorating ideas or hope chest assemblies. I'm a little weird like that.
Keeping with the theme of scientific, alchemical, magickal, potial and otherwise discovery-related work spaces, I found a rash of fun pictures. It's essentially the theme of the Lab of Dreams, reloaded, and a bit more whimsical. Now, honestly, why do I not yet own a Tesla Coil? It's because I haven't the space to build one, of course. The harsh realities of living in a studio apartment suppressed those plans quickly after I moved to the city. That, plus the cost of materials. One day, I hope to have both. Enter the Lab.
My ideal space contains room and equipment for a blend of art, science, magick, and spirituality. At this stage I can assert, Yep: That's who I am.
This alone is an important step in claiming a path in life, deciding what to manifest. We know on some level we must create both the life and space we desire on Earth for this time around, but it's easy to forget that this is a daily effort of small steps, particularly when we find ourselves immersed in the idiotic hamster-wheel of bill-paying survival. (SO done with this clueless rat-race part of it all.)
My own room was still a mess after coming back from the holidays. Still! I cleaned up, thinking: This is my home, I love it, yet I won't be here forever, so it's time to beautify again and enjoy it as a healing, productive space! That means potions, but it means many other activities, too.
Looking at these pictures gets my wheels turning in a different way than the rat race. It gives me ideas to live a life more richly. Even if I don't have a totally sick vaulted dungeon at my disposal, I have a cute little vaulted attic loft. One of these concept images even resembles some of the corner spaces in old industrial and residential buildings I've passed time in since moving to the city.
I can do more by adding a scientific poster or two to the wall. A nifty, Old World lamp I rewired and painted myself. A fake Antikythera Mechanism, until I can learn how to build a real one. (Seriously? Not just alchemist, here, but masochist.)
What you put in your private magisterial workspace is, obviously a matter of taste. It might be seriously collywobbly --- Yay, creepy things in jars!! --- or of a warmer, more holistic or herbal approach.
With me, it tends to end up a hybrid of both, because again, that's who I am: Part friendly earth-woman and healing witch, and part ****-with-me-and-donate-your-anatomical-bits warlock in the vein of a certain Severus.
These pictures also make me smile and laugh, even some of the creepier ones. They make the idea of life fun, so long as the common good is considered. Chances are I won't be cutting off anybody's ear and putting it in a test tube (you'd have to be a pretty horrible person), but for purely the spirit of discovery and a few shits and giggles, nothing beats a hearty shout of,
"For Science!!"
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