I left all my paper and pens and clay and fabric and gold leaf and the rest of it in the broken wicker basket in New Jersey, because I figured I could buy more out here and didn't have room for it all in the car. Stupid, stupid. I get so lost driving around here, I doubt I'd even be able to find all the supplies I need without ending up in Arizona. I'm going mad.
Figuring I can start simple, I have decided in the meantime to go to Lowe's (I know where that is, at least) and get some floor tiles for the coffee table. I've always wanted a black and white tiled coffee table. It will look pretty in the little white box he calls home.
Back in college I used to make little newspaper and ink collages on black paper. I was thinking I could start making those again. Something about this place makes me want to build a little newspaper nest where I can hide from the strip malls. The strip malls are encroaching on my little space and I need an escape: things that tear, things that bend in the wind, things devoid of color. Things that rustle. Do I sound crazy?
Figuring I can start simple, I have decided in the meantime to go to Lowe's (I know where that is, at least) and get some floor tiles for the coffee table. I've always wanted a black and white tiled coffee table. It will look pretty in the little white box he calls home.
Back in college I used to make little newspaper and ink collages on black paper. I was thinking I could start making those again. Something about this place makes me want to build a little newspaper nest where I can hide from the strip malls. The strip malls are encroaching on my little space and I need an escape: things that tear, things that bend in the wind, things devoid of color. Things that rustle. Do I sound crazy?
arden:
you don't sound crazy at all.....hey if you need to find a place you should map it out!!!