Monday, January 25, 2016

Discovery



I've been experimenting with films and processes, and now I remember why I bothered to get a studio.  The home version is bullshit.  I need a space where I can be sloppy and not worry about poisoning anyone but myself, a place where I can leave the chemical bottles and jars sitting about and not worry about getting them out of the way and putting them out of site.  I spend most of my time trying to figure out the logistics of what I am trying to do.  Yup.  I remember now why I got a studio.

But whatever.  The deal is done.  I may ask the True Artist if I can rent a small space in his studio for a few dollars a month.  How few remains to be seen.

I find that I am stupid this morning and have nothing to say.  It took me quite a while to discover this simple fact, but once discovered, there was nothing to do about it, so. . . .

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