Somehow, even after I clean the
studio, it always ends up like this…
Flux of paper, randomness of the search. That little bit of paper
that looked so boring yesterday becomes utterly fascinating today.
Changes in mood, color, texture, weight all contribute to what shows
up in the collage today.
Sometimes I believe my brain is completely unstructured
and that the mice that live in my attic live in my brain too.
Scampering through this warren of tunnels that go????
who knows where. I find comfort in the chaos,
with things slightly on the edge. Even though I would
like to believe order rules the day, clutter is like an
old friend that comforts me. There is always a magazine
or book in a pile that I forgot to finish that sprouts up from
the table and shows itself. Just like the paper in the studio.
Thankfully I live with a soul mate who behaves in exactly
the same way, only his piles have Scientific American and
Guitar Player instead of Somerset Studio and Cloth, Paper, Scissors.
Now, you won’t see us on an episode of the UK “How Clean
Is Your House?’ But there is nary a surface that does not
contain at least a magazine or two, some random mail,
pages I have ripped out to use later, pages with musical notes
and the like.
Recycled mailing envelope side 2.