Monday, February 15, 2010
get out of here
a few weeks ago i wagged a finger at anairam when she chucked her entire supply of toiletpaper tubes, and now i'm doing the same thing. only worse, much worse! the attic looks like a satellite warehouse of office max and the paper mill company and i have reached my clutter limit. i really only use a few basic art materials, which fit easily in a few boxes. every time i look at that room of excessive inventory i feel a big dose of yuck, a stab of burden, anti-inspiration. not what art materials are supposed to do to a person. so i have begun the ruthless and unsympathetic purge. it is going to schools, friends, anyone local who wants it. i'm already feeling lighter and more imaginative. of course the minute it's all gone i'll think of a thousand uses for the things i so blithely cast off, and the acquisition process will begin afresh. it's a cycle i've come to enjoy, just like the change of the seasons.