. . .showed some progress

in the decluttering of my basement. That big ol' pile of nasty that was strewn about on the floor last week is now piled up neatly, just waiting for someone to see the potential in it. Just look at the green game board, the architectural salvage pieces, the twine winder. . .






the microscope box, the library card catalog drawer, a postal sorting box with the names of cities and states still attached, a leather box shaped like a horseshoe. So far I have met three interesting people who have come to my studio and instead of telling me they preferred a finished basement with a pool table, a bar and surround-sound big-screen televisions, they loved every bit of it just as it was: every drop of paint spilled on the floor, every inch of space filled to the brim with stuff, the old ping-pong table covered with paper, jewelry, fun stuff. Each one was an artist. . . ah, that explains it.