my studio is such a mess that i consider it a disrespect for the space and materials that i have been given. in my attempt to clean & clear, it is at the stage where things must be hopped over and scooched around, and i fear i have lost the dog into the great abyss. i am tired of it being like this - threatening to topple...things saved for Someday...but i don't even remember what they are, nor do i have a visual on them, so, quick - what's under the big roll of batting? for $50 and the championship....no clue. i have half - started and half- finished projects...i have never- started and never-will-start projects....all lining my wall-to-wall shelving...all collecting nests in my head....so...what to do? chuck it all. ALL. nothing will remain on the shelves. not a single feather or grain of sand. not a typewriter or a boat light or rusty gear or paper ephemera....and i have tubs and tubs and tubs of all of it. and seriously - how important can it be if i don't know it's there, or i haven't needed it in 3 years?? that is just nonsensical. i started looking at it, and said "oh - wait - i'll use that...and that..." but guess what? If i found it once, i'll find it again. and that leaky bag of rusty shit? it's a leaky bag of rusty shit. there are no magical powers in it...no spiritual answers. and who knows what will come in once there's room? and maybe i can put an actual comfy chair in here so i can think and read. oh, studio...you will heart me soon. dumpster dumpster, where for art you? (pun intended)
BTW - the paper is gone gone gone!! thank you everyone.
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