Monday, 23 April 2007
Feeling quiet this week. Not much going on on the creative front. Im really missing having a space all of my own to make stuff (or just a mess in, without the worry of having to tidy it all up at the end...). Everthing's shoved in different cupboards and draws. In boxes labled with detailed lists in tiny writing then shoved in the top of my wardrobe which I can't even reach without a step ladder anyway. My scissors keep being borrowed and not replaced. Is it just me or should some scissors kept sharp for paper and others used to cut sticky tape (or soap, why use the lovely big sharp scissors for soap?!) I wonder if i'm being unreasonable, but I think it makes me worse when everything is all over the place. Is it too much to want a clean shelf for paper, and a messy one for ink...
The other day I was thinking. I would love a room where I could have floor to celing shelves. Shelves for everything, books could be organised and catagorised instead of stacked up and dusty (size order, subject area, ahh the possibilities). Paper could be flat instead of rolled and tied. In this room there would be a big table for cutting and planning and spreading out, ideas could flow over onto the wooden floor and stay as long as they liked (or until I trod on them, which is more likely, but even then they wouldn't mind, not in this little dream of mine).