I had to laugh at some of the comments left by readers of my post yesterday, assuming that my studio is now neat and organized, just because I said I'd spent a couple of days puttering around. First, I spent most of the time braiding cords, not actually cleaning. But more important, the messiness of my studio is legendary, and it would take a couple of hundred days of puttering around to actually achieve organization. That will not happen in my lifetime.
Once I spent the better part of three months trying to clean and organize my studio, and did make major improvements, but then I realized that (a) the place was still not ready for the Fine Studios Magazine photographic team, and (b) I hadn't made any art in three months. I came to the conclusion -- not sure if this is reason or rationalization -- that cleaning the studio can be one of the higher forms of procrastination. If you say you haven't made art in three months because you've been cleaning your studio, people approve, whereas if you say you haven't made art in three months because you've been playing Spider Solitaire, they don't.
I clean on a need-to-know basis. If I need the whole work table or design wall panel to assemble a very large quilt, I'll clear it off. I do a great deal of cleaning and organizing in the course of searching for something I need, but when I find it, I go back to work.
Fortunately I must have the kind of brain that thrives on chaos. I think some of this is genetic, but it was certainly exacerbated by my first career, as a newspaper journalist, in which you had to do your work in a large room full of ringing telephones, people wandering in and out, a dozen conversations going on within earshot. I learned quickly to tune out distractions and focus on my work.
I've always thought that an empty desk was the sign of an empty mind, and eked out a successful career from piles of papers stacked on the desk, the bookcases and occasionally the floor. Not as bad as some offices I've seen, and probably my studio is not as bad as some others. But certainly not ready for the magazine.
In a sense, that brain vibe is probably related to much of my work. Although I admire spare, minimalist compositions by other people, my own work tends more toward the termite end of the spectrum. (Termite art = that which is composed of a bazillion tiny bits, put together in an obsessive manner.)
I would love to have a beautifully organized, clean studio with everything in its place and all horizontal surfaces empty, ready for making art. I'm just not willing to spend the time to get mine that way (and unless my studio were to miraculously triple in size, or I were to throw out much of my stuff, it's physically impossible). So I've decided to grin and bear it. And just writing this has made me feel a lot more energetic than I was earlier in the week. Time to go downstairs and see if I can make some art instead of just braiding cords.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Cleaning the studio
Posted by Kathleen Loomis at 6:22 AM
Labels: cleaning the studio, working
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The photographer who made that photo should have been awarded a Pulitzer...if those are awarded for photography. Bewilderment is not an expression I've ever witnessed on your face.ReplyDelete
I'm so glad to hear I'm not the only one with a studio like that. . .ReplyDelete
Terry -- the photographer who shot our wedding did win a Pulitzer (but not for shooting our wedding)ReplyDelete
Bless you, love! I live there too. I just had to scrape it all out because my three dogs have co-tenants(fleas). This did my heart good.ReplyDelete
I am definitely in your group! Not only do I work better in a mess; I like some background noise too.ReplyDelete
Kathy, I always love your pictures, but this one is my favorite! At least until tomorrow....ReplyDelete
She thinks 'Will he ever ask me out on a date?'ReplyDelete
He thinks ' If I ask her out, will she say yes?'
Love the picture.
Your career as a newspaper journalist explains why your blog is always so well written and why you seem to write with apparent ease.ReplyDelete
Great picture, but I doubt that you were as young as you look there.
Norma -- I was probably 21 in that photo. Only a hundred years ago or thereabouts.ReplyDelete
OK - I WILL turn off the spider solitaire this week :)ReplyDelete
I can fully relate. I clean my studio once a year for family company. The problem is that when it's clean i'm not comfortable working in it. It's like it doesn't belong to be. Some of us are just really comfortable in chaos. Glad to know I'm not alone.ReplyDelete