My Mess

My studio is a complete mess right now. At least it’s my mess.
My place is large and cheap because for many weeks during the year it is too cold or too hot to do much of anything.
That doesn’t explain the mess. Yes, Cincinnati was an oven all summer long and so I set up shop in the dining room temporarily.
But the mess downtown.....remains.

Any artist will say that their studio is their sanctuary. It’s existence is the metaphorical soul of what they do.
I am always amazed at artist’s studios that are clean and well organized. I envy and admire those who are able to sustain that sort of existence.

When a dry spell has left me in a state of befuddlement as to where I am with my work, I sometimes enter the studio and promptly find myself moving things around, picking up stuff from the floor, looking through a stack of something - anything but working.
I am.....stalling.

Some of us thrive in chaos and some recoil from it.
Here in the middle of the world -
I do both.