This year,
gentle reader ...
I told you that I would let you
see what really goes on in the studio
however boring or uninteresting that might be...
because
I often feel that there is some kind of romantic association with being an artist..
as if all our days are spent creating..
that couldn't be further from the truth..
often they are spent on the computer, or in another mundane task..
totally unrelated to the creation process..
Last week, (yes all week) I undertook my yearly
Spring Cleaning..
it is one of the ways that I honor the
Vernal Equinox..
the other is planting ...
and at this time of year, the garden is serious competition for the studio..
but that is another story, for another day..
So I set about to cleaning my zinc drawers..
organizing all my sewing equipment..
and below, dusted..
(once a year, whether they need or not)
and rearranged everything on the shelving unit..
I sorted all my tissue paper and separated it
by solid color and print..
I have no idea how they always manage to co mingle..
little devils..
and grouped all my journals..
Are you exhausted yet?
time for a tea break.. I am sure...
Then I began work on papers..
removing smaller antique papers and images..
leaving the larger ones in the flat file..
and organizing all my wrapping papers..
wrestling the smaller rolls into a square basket..
so that the larger rolls do not beat them up..
such bullies..
I tore the covers off old books
and I am saving them for another book cover series..
I love the way they look..
ruffled edges and foxed pages..
and then I waded through all my wicker trunks..
all three of them..
and divided all the loose papers and sifted through them
until I had them all neatly arranged and
classified..
The fabrics, lace and ribbons,
took a day to untangle..
how does one attract so many bits?
but I am happy to say I am down to 3 bins..
my magic number..
The pens were much more fun..
I checked each and everyone and only had two bags to sort..
and I only lost three...
again..
that number of spring time
and new beginnings...
The only thing left is paint..
I wonder how many are completely dried out??
I just need two people to assist me..
I will provide tea..
after all ...
three is the magic number...
wink, wink..
C4N!
