Lately after a day of educating young punks, I scramble home to the disordered splendor of my art room and start making messes. Right on.
It's soothing – the making of mess. Let's focus for a moment on the mess above. The purple and yellow and pink and red one. Yeah, that one.
Stuff happened to it. I got impulses to do things. And just like that, I did them. And I didn't look back. Okay well, maybe I looked back 6 or 7 times, but then I moved on.
Last night when I should have been getting ready for bed, I decided to hang everything. That totally happened.
The section above is the FINISHED section. It will be expanding soon to another wall, because let's face it, when you live alone prized family heirlooms can be moved to the garage and you can like hang whatever you want, wherever you want it. End of story. So basically what I'm saying is that pretty soon all 648 square feet of Moss Cottage is going to be covered with these. I like to think of it as an art opening for the cat posse. Really. That's just how I roll.