It’s official. My art supplies, half finished paintings and unused sketchbooks are taking over the house! They’ve already conquered the basement, and now they’re encroaching on the kitchen. Yikes. This can’t be good fung shei. If that’s how you spell it, and it probably isn’t. Unless I want my own episode on “Hoarders”, and who needs that kind of publicity, I’d better start using my evenings to sort out all this infernal stuff— there will be three categories: Throw away, Give away, and Keep.
I would be better off, I suppose, if I specialized. One woman, one hobby. Crocheting, say. Or watercolors. But NO. That would be way too easy. Trust me to choose mixed media–which means I love to experiment, as I said yesterday, with practicaly every new product I can get my hands on, which means, in turn, that I have a little bit of everthing and nothing
is organized. The fabrics are over here. The paints–some of them–are over there. There are stacks of collage materials, which, of course, resemble clutter to the casual onlooker. (It’s all a matter of perspective, I guess.) There are teetering piles of art magazines….
Well, you get the picture. Unfortunately.
But I am a writer. I am a creative person. I can envision what now looks like a badly-planned yard sale as a spacious, well-lit area with clear surfaces to work on and everything in its place.
I can dream, can’t I?