It is hard to convey the mess my wee studio has become.Every December this happens. Every January I need days to gather the nerve to reenter. Meanwhile, more stuff gets herded up there, and added to the piles. I so envy folks with big studios, tho' I suspect I could trash several hundred square feet just as effectively.
I brought back sticks this morning, because I've had recurring visions of a sculpture mounted on twigs. The dog thought I brought them in for her. I decided the chewed ends may add to the mood of the piece.
I must wrestle with the computer and get images non-compatible disk onto mine. Must deposit those last checks from December. Get out while the sun in shining, and smile back at the world.