November 29th, 2004

breeden

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There comes a time in every artist's life, the post-crisis period, when the show is over, the art has been arted and shipped off and you return from the trip laden with baggage and way more crap than you left with and dirty laundry, and whatnot, to a house that looks vaguely unfamiliar, and you look around, and say "Holy shit, I gotta clean this place."

That time of artistic crisis, during which painting more art is infinitely more important than vaccuuming, and the housekeeping descends into Death Clutter, has ended. And so, in between working on getting the backlog of Digger up to acceptable levels, I must work on getting the clutter down to acceptable levels. All other projects are on hold today. Today, we fight the forces of chaos! Today, we clean!

This morning, we blog about it and drink coffee!
breeden

(no subject)

There comes a time in every artist’s life, the post-crisis period, when the show is over, the art has been arted and shipped off and you return from the trip laden with baggage and way more crap than you left with and dirty laundry, and whatnot, to a house that looks vaguely unfamiliar, and you look around, and say “Holy shit, I gotta clean this place.”

That time of artistic crisis, during which painting more art is infinitely more important than vaccuuming, and the housekeeping descends into Death Clutter, has ended. And so, in between working on getting the backlog of Digger up to acceptable levels, I must work on getting the clutter down to acceptable levels. All other projects are on hold today. Today, we fight the forces of chaos! Today, we clean!

This morning, we blog about it and drink coffee!

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

breeden

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Veni, Vedi, V...um...cleany.

I even cleaned the studio. Well, parts of it. The floor, for example. (Cleaning the jumble of art supplies on the table Ain't Gonna Happen. It'd take me months to get such an efficient clutter going again.)

Also, I traded for entirely too much art. I have fifteen pieces I have to frame, and that's exercising restraint. I could redo the entire house in Furry Chic. Someone oughta write an decorating book for artists--there are so many that advise you to frame favored postcards and black and white photos and hang them as art, but I've yet to read one that mentions how you deal with having an art collection into which a Brazilian soccer team could be lost and forced to resort to cannibalism.

I have so much art to upload that I'm just gonna do a few a day, I think, lest it be glutted. But today we have "Dragon, Lollipop, Turnip," or "Dragon, Turnip, Lollipop," or something like that, because I can never remember what order the title is supposed to be in. One of the small little portrait miniatures I did for Furfest. One sold, this one didn't, and James is threatening to abscond with the miniature of the Donkey and his Goldfish, so the status of that one may be up in the air...

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/12746607/
breeden

(no subject)

Veni, Vedi, V…um…cleany.

I even cleaned the studio. Well, parts of it. The floor, for example. (Cleaning the jumble of art supplies on the table Ain’t Gonna Happen. It’d take me months to get such an efficient clutter going again.)

Also, I traded for entirely too much art. I have fifteen pieces I have to frame, and that’s exercising restraint. I could redo the entire house in Furry Chic. Someone oughta write an decorating book for artists–there are so many that advise you to frame favored postcards and black and white photos and hang them as art, but I’ve yet to read one that mentions how you deal with having an art collection into which a Brazilian soccer team could be lost and forced to resort to cannibalism.

I have so much art to upload that I’m just gonna do a few a day, I think, lest it be glutted. But today we have “Dragon, Lollipop, Turnip,” or “Dragon, Turnip, Lollipop,” or something like that, because I can never remember what order the title is supposed to be in. One of the small little portrait miniatures I did for Furfest. One sold, this one didn’t, and James is threatening to abscond with the miniature of the Donkey and his Goldfish, so the status of that one may be up in the air…

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/12746607/

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.