Saturday, November 22, 2008
At least I found that tape I was looking for.
No matter how I try to contain it, my desk has been taken over. Half-finished projects, papers, paint brushes, and the various paraphernalia of an artist's everyday life have claimed three-quarters of my desk. I try to keep up, putting things back in their places after I'm done with them and all that, but stuff is sneaky. It accumulates so seemingly slowly, just a bit here or there, until I realize that once again I am closed into a 10" square space, enough for me to rest my hands and move the mouse without toppling some precariously stacked gesso-tape-heavy gel gloss-ceramic thingy-pefume bottle tower. Stuff is territorial. I can move it, but it will be back.