Falling Through the Cracks

The upshot is with all the moving studio to studio and living room from studio (and back again) certain other things inevitably get neglected. Like our deck could be mowed! (Bob's foot presented in an interesting seated position. Not a typical occurrence!)

Looks like salad underfoot! Oh well, you can't get to everything... I am embracing a really philosophical view as the work entailed in construction (and occupation) of the studio was all encompassing. But the interior looks fantastic and last night, we had friends over to initiate the new spaces. It's nice to see the studio- as well as the living room- from other's perspectives.

We do have some weeds. The garden is probably 90% planted, but now things loom like edging and staking and weeding. It is truly a never ending cycle. But look at this!:

I'm actually working in my new studio. I'm so psyched! So what am I doing here, posting on the Internet? Signing off for now...

Transitional Chaos

This posting is going to run heavy on pictures and lighter on verbiage as I'm so tired from moving furniture and stacks of art work and books! My hands are all curled up like little dead animals. Bob and I moved the large cabinet that was in my (old) studio last night after I got home from work. It weighed a ton, but it opened up a whole new dimension in living room horizons... Yes, we have a living room. It's still in upheaval, as seen in the above photo, but it's getting there. Tomorrow, we move the flat file.

And of course, we have to be doing thirty thousand things at once... like starting seeds. Sun flowers (two kinds) and morning glories (Flying Saucers). Don't ask where those are going to be moved to, after we relocate the flat file to my new studio. Lets' move them at least twelve times!
And remember that nice empty, open studio? Well, not for long. take a look at this:

Piles of art work and boxes and raw material for collages and junk. It will get better eventually, as all this is going into the studio annex. I am really going to try and keep most of my working space unencumbered by clutter- see how long that lasts. Hahahahahaha.

I love having a studio annex. I can store all my completed work and the raw materials like fabric and paper out of the way. Looks different, doesn't it? I hope our friends Sheldon and Louise see this posting, because this is the room they stayed in while here in March! It will take a couple more days, but then i should be able to settle in and start making art!

Anticipation

I couldn't sleep (again) last night so I got up and did a computer drawing. Drawing on the computer is great! Totally unlike drawing with a pencil or crayons yet still physical- in some cyber way. I am just starting to learn about various tools and how to bend them to my nefarious will. Last night, I experimented with the gradient tool. That's how I made the back ground and the interiors of those sort of flower forms.
I think I partially couldn't sleep because I'm excited (in a good way!) about the impending beginning of work on my studio. So much will change when my studio is complete. The dynamic of the house, and our use of the spaces we have to move through and live in; hell, we'll have a living room! There has been nothing wrong with using the living room as my studio but this artist needs a separate, private space. (And a space to make a mess in.)
I am a realist. I know it will take a while for everything (like walls and a floor) to come together, but I'm patient! I watched my mother and father (aka Mommy and Daddy) build their house. It took years and honestly, they never did finish some parts of it. (Like the cupboards in the living room, flanking the fireplace. Or the bathroom wall. There was this weird gap where there were exposed two by fours and the backside of the hallway wall. How hard would it have been to close that off?) But the house was interesting (my siblings and others may disagree...) and who really cared that we never had a real basement door? Now it's starting to sound like we lived under a tarp in a construction site! It wasn't that bad, but parts of it were odd.  I guess I didn't think too much about it until I'd have a friend over who lived in a normal, suburban house that had things like closet doors or actual hardware on the front door. Then you kind of saw it through their eyes. Anyway, there is some preparation work although Bob and I cleaned most of the things that have lived under the carport for the past several years. I can't wait.