Last night for no reason other than it was there, in my face, I started tossing items and failed artwork from my studio. My hoarding gene (which I got from my Mother) had caused me to hang on to art and objects that I kept thinking I would finish or use or 'fix'. Finally, my purging gene (from my Father) kicked in and things flew into a big pile. I carried the load up this morning to the trash, which will be picked up today...so no changing of my mind and rescuing items! It's amazing the amount of clutter I've been able to endure in my tiny studio. Here's the picture...it's a 12X16 shed that I lived in for 6 months a couple of years ago (that's a whole other story) It's jammed full of vintage paper and junk that folks used to leave on my doorstep. I'm glad I'm not in town anymore, even if the items left were not that interesting to me I always had a hard time throwing out the 'gifts' from friends if they were not usable in my art. Thinking about this today I realized I'm a 'fixer' by nature. If it's not houses and plumbing etc...it's the art pieces that I just kept thinking, 'Well, this isn't very good now, but I can fix it, so why get rid of it?' Now I realize not everything can or should be fixed. What a great relief!
