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.