So I’ve been going through my personal belongings… pretty much I’m reducing. I’ve been making trips, with a full car, to the recycling center and Salvation Army donation center. I have… well had boxes that were sealed since when I left university and stored them at a friend’s house. I’ve been going through sketch books and drawing pads, rummaging through ages of antiquated art. It’s nostalgic, as everyone is aware, to peruse through old things. Art and drawings of humble beginnings, sitting in my mom’s big blue chair drawing on a handmade cabinet liner covered slab of wood… drawing mostly super heroes and trees. I think I drew trees because they had an instantaneously satisfactory element. In “those days” I was obsessed with perfection, trees being natural and organic enabled me to draw them to my own pleasing while still perfectly proportional…when it came to drawing Spider-Man that was a different story.
I recently set up an Etsy store which I plan in inaugurate with stuff in a week or two. It will have stuff that I no longer really want, but I can’t just donate, recycle, or throw away.
However, amongst the ad hoc amuck of clutter I found something I thought I lost. I hadn’t seen it since 2005/2006 (it was in a box that’s been stored and packed since). It is my first book. It’s a story about our physical environment and shared space.
