Since I lost Steve, sold the shop–and moved my stuff here. Is that what it’s about?
Just did a big redo of the “Frame Shop”, or whatever it was. That dog never did hunt. Now it is a space, a few blocks from home, that I dedicate to leisure and puttering, but still had been avoiding . . . . why? Hunkering like a recluse in my little bed-sit. Never mind.
Jude wanted her stuff up front, so Art and I moved a big sideboard and some other heavy things. I was conscious of all her paint cans and milk crates of mysterious old stuff from previous people who used the space crammed in the corners and under the bench.
I have done some rearranging, finding projects and materials that just may come together in this little sunny space. The #1 change is my approach, experiencing process as it unfolds, instead of judging it, with trepidation, in advance. This may be at the root of my lack of “output”. There has been an avoidance of adding more “stuff” to my cluttered life, but in shutting down two storage spaces and giving almost everything away, I have come across enough unfinished panels and canvases, and unused materials, that I could paint for months without adding a molecule to the pile of stuff I have already. The plan is to transform the garage into my Painting Studio.