I’ve had two shades on deck, intercepted from the landfill almost 20 years ago, on Peaks. They’ve been lurking upstairs at camp here that long, clutter?
Last winter they moved downstairs, moving into “useful” mode, albeit clutter (?)
Thing about clutter, is like archeology, layers worm around each other, the working pile
So as it dawned on that I have created a “messy situation” (does art imitate life or does life imitate art? A fun poke at the mind-body connection…) there I was last night with hot glue gun. The shades aren’t clutter any more, it’s a process.
I feel I’m taking control of the line of what is clutter and what is an organized collection of material. It’s hardly black and white, but I can tell when the pile is winning, detrimental
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