November 1, 2012
I began Friday at noon to take inventory: every corner, every space, every collection of things in this studio.
I’m almost done – there’ve been things thrown in the trash, things given away, things modified and put safe for later – things rediscovered and hung on the wall where they belong. Everything here has been identified as either living or not. What is not has gone. What remains has a pulse.
It’s been surprisingly complex.
Dad, doing similar things.