Yesterday I cleaned and organized-ish my home studio.
It was an embarrassment to me and reflected poorly on all artist kind. Seriously.. there was not a single ------- --------- --->
surface that was not cluttered with paint (oil acrylic and encaustic), brushes, stencils, pens, pencils, glue, paste, look a giraffe--->
(sorry but I love giraffes don't you) medium (soft gel, matte and gloss, and oil), wax, paper (scraps and whole sheets), vintage books (used for paper), wax, lace, punchanello, used paper towels (I know.. yuck), scraping tools, stick pastels, pan pastels, ink, stamps,
vintage postage stamps, (did I mention wax) fabric bits, beads.. Ok you get the picture.
For a special treat I had ankle deep paper bits everywhere. You know the ones that you make when you rub the white paper off an image transfer.

Speaking of image transfers, the raven image --->
( I made it on my iPad) is a freebee if you want to grab it to use for a project. Just please don't sell it as a digital download.
I finally got the whole thing clean-ish, after HOURS of work. Then I came downstairs and looked at my dining room table. It stretched out for hundreds of feet (well maybe not hundreds) piled to the ceiling with sewing projects, Christmas projects, boxes (I use my table to box and mail the paintings to Crate and Barrel), and really a lot of the same stuff I had in the studio, minus the paint. So...
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I sat down and started cutting up and sewing together, an old thermal shirt of my son's and an old groovy blouse of mine. I am making an amazing new top for myself. (I will have step by step soon). I have to say I increased the mess quotient exponentially. By this time it was getting kinda late, maybe midnight thirty or so. Hubby comes clunking in, having just woken up from falling asleep on the sofa while watching TV. He was incredulous that I was making more mess. I
had mentioned that I was cleaning the dining room as well. Whatever.... I carried on sewing..
I did however clean the table (all hundred feet of it), finally making it to bed at 3AM.
Now all the clean empty spaces are calling to me.. Cooooooome create on meeeeee, cooome creaaaate oooon meeeee.
So it all begins again.