I've never been fond of making art at a desk. Even as a young fellow with a perfectly acceptable little schoolhouse desk in my bedroom, I found it difficult to concentrate and stay focused if I was secluded and tucked away in a corner. Instead, I would carry my paper and crayons to the kitchen table and set about my work there. I prefered the ambient hustle and bustle of being in a open common area of the house, with lots of little distractions around, but nothing particularly distracting. The habit borne of this preference has pursued me into my adult life, as I schlep armloads of watercolor paraphernalia to and from the dining room, my drafting table more often serving as a broad, flat storage space rather than a working surface.
However, the most recent iteration of my "desk" has proven to be an excellent little corner in which to work. The desk and chair were Christmas presents from my girlfriend, and I've been making an effort to make proper use of the gifts. So far, I have some posters and artwork hanging on the white walls in my little corner, and my little trinkets on a shelf next to me. In addition to being creatively inspiring, I find the new space approximates a certain lively atmosphere and background "noise" that I need in order to do my best work.
Also my iPad, w/ Netflix.