I have spent the entirety of my day thus far cleaning up my creative workspace. Not just removing the debris of life that stacks up on it, because it’s a convenient location to dump things like junk mail, receipts, and odd things that don’t have official homes. No, this time I’m doing a deep dive.
I’ve even thrown things into the trash can. I’ve also found things I forgot I had. Like where did that watercolor sketchbook come from? I don’t remember buying it? At the moment, all my palettes are soaking in the sink, as are my glass mono-printing plates, and it’s time for lunch.