Taking Inventory

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Sunday night, you know what I mean? One of the first things you think as Sunday morning rolls around, is how quickly the weekend goes by…there are times when I know I’ve blown it for the weekend…I absolutely refuse to review the list of tasks I made last Friday, while at work. I may as well make the same list from week to week, considering how much I actually plan and get done. It may as well be wishful thinking.

Occasionally, I actually make a concerted effort to whittle down that list and by Saturday night, I know I’ve made progress…Sunday is not the day to ‘decide’ I’m going to research SEO! Sunday is the day to feel great about your accomplishments or failures - failures means you’ve tried. Sunday is the day you determine your next course of action, whether your “master plan” is falling into place or is a bust.

This weekend, I got around to working on one of my “River Rock” series pastels. In full disclosure, the list of projects is more extensive than a couple hours (TOPS) squeezed in between loads of laundry and grocery shopping.

This weekend, I came to realize that my 7 day habit started long before I realized it was so. I come from a family of people who never took a sabbath. Mom cooking Sunday morning and afternoon, dad finding someone with a broken down car or something to fix, somewhere. An aunt, who, by 3:30 pm on a Sunday, was on her way to work until midnight and cousins, as soon as they were old enough, skipped church to work their part time job. So at this point, while it feels ‘normal’ to have something to do every day, I have enough resistance to realize there’s something wrong with never having down time. Juxtapose that against the need to sit quietly in an activity that everyone around me still considers a hobby…yeah, this plebeian, working class mentality, that views their life as nothing more than mundane and plain…it haunts me…

* Back to work, after working the whole weekend
* Artist, with little time to be (what about the “higher purpose” of it all)
* Endless list of tasks, both mundane and devoted
* The endless musing, the wondering if any of ‘this’ makes sense

My inventory list looks like the clutter one shuts up in an old, unused bedroom…what about yours?

Space Problems

I made a purchase recently and it fulfilled a long standing wish; I purchased a “Dryden Art and Canvas Keeper Large Floor Model with Casters/Handle.” (I’m putting the full description in there so if you’re interested, you might do a search for it yourself and because it’s a great product). I hung a 23” x 36” shelf years ago to store my paintings - some of them! Even at the time, I was “storage compromised!” I used storage bins to put my unframed drawings. But they would get bent a little and required better storage. Then another storage bin was ‘snagged’ from the family supply.

I put on a couple exhibits last year and framed some of the works on paper as well as the canvas work. My 12” depth shelf was stretched to the max! There were weeks where my ‘surplus’ of paintings extended into the living room, and out of the storage bins and on the floor. Movement in my studio is always limited to a span of 40” x 48” and I always have to move stuff around to get to works in progress.

I excitedly assembled my latest purchase yesterday - trying to anticipate how this would enhance my space. But as I did, I considered what needed to be tossed, moved around and - the most critical issue: how many paintings would realistically fit on this mobile selfing unit…12, maybe less, not necessarily more…I completed the task, looked at the shelving unit and loaded it up with paintings…

You know, a constant reminder (life lesson) is “just keep swimming, just keep swimming…” It is amazing that if you continue to put one foot in front of the other, soon you will be much further down the “path” than you could imagine! You see, years ago, the idea that I would have more than 20 paintings and drawings available seems far fetched. Even at the time, I probably had more than 20 but didn’t know it. I have been drawing and painting since I left college nearly 40 years ago, but it really didn’t seem like I was. I have given away as much as I have sold and lost sight of a few pieces…and yet, here I am, filling up one beautiful shelving unit, maximizing another and trying fo figure out how to store more.

Space problems, but well worth every bit of stress!

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