- a perpetual longing. I see the trees, the worn paths, but no effort gets me there. The earthiness fills my nostrils but the dirt runs through my fingers like breath. Days, months pass and nothing changes. 2016 passes into 2017 and still... I hang the towels in different patterns. I walk Zoe down different streets. I am loved, but restless and wish I were HOME.
I drink too much.
The ArtSpace Holiday Sale and Open Studios was very long.... lots of time on my hands. That's a snowball pulling a sleigh.
Great Rummage Day with Carol McMahon. And oddly decomposing vinyl Hummel dolls.
So here it is. My photo of shame. Go on, shame me! Wag your finger and make disgusted sounds. I deserve it. I'm not proud of this. I love clutter, almost thrive in it. But this.... I have always worked on several pieces at one time using a ton of diverse materials and many processes requiring separate areas. And now with time in my studio seriously crunched, it's worse. I just don't feel like taking out time to clean up. What's happening to me! How bad does it get before you clean your studio? When is clutter just clutter?
