This is my studio.
It's been a dumping ground
for all art related material since we moved in last August.
When fall semester began I used this space as storage
and claimed the dining room table rather than utilize it
as my creative working space.
There was no time to organize it all while school
was the main focus of my daily life.
Well this is it...this summer...which should be now...
I will dig my way out of this treasure trove
of art supplies and set the space and it's contents right.
For the first summer in quite a while I am not taking classes,
therefore I have no excuses for
not having ample time.
I'm pretty sure I'll require caffeine to keep the process flowing.
There's good stuff in here, it's all good actually
but that's what hoarders say... right?
The rest of my house is clear and free,
this small space for my creative soul,
is tucked away through the laundry room
and lays itself out so perfectly to be closed off and forgotten.
It contains my third grade art of oil pastels
I so carefully preserved in taped wax paper
of Disney's Thumper and Hiawatha, circa 1973
and a large box of colored pencils I got in Tempe, AZ in 1985
when I attended Graphic Design school.
At that time my hair was half shaven,
dyed purple and black
and I covered the windows of my 1981 Ford Mustang
(a year that totally didn't count for anything in the Mustang world)
with Bauhaus, The Decedents, Psychedelic Furs
and Siouxsie and the Banshees stickers.
I also have on the shelf my Thesaurus from seventh grade
of which all the "naughty" important words like penis are circled.
Before finishing my spring semester this year
a mentor at school suggested I create
all summer using only what I have in this room.
I may need more than just one summer.
Let's see what happens.
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Here's a little ditty you can play while
cleaning the kitchen or making dinner for he family
while reflecting on how cool you once were...
if you were as cool as I thought I was that is.
