Pack it up…

Tonight is the last night of my month of housesitting in Tivoli. How did it go? In most respects beautifully. Got thirty drawings done, and two scuptures (one a small thank you present for my host). I didn’t burn the house down by accident or get biten by some evil tick. I read five books, but failed to stay abreast of LJ. I didn’t get any of the writing done that I was hoping to do.

Most of all I canme to realize that it’s time for me to look at the next ten years of my life and what I want them to be like. The sensation of waking up in the moring and heading into the studio has spoiled me for my current New York patterns. I need to put art making back at the center of my life.

And now the problem of how to deal with the stuff that has accumulated up here: the supplies I’ve brought up, the work I’ve made, the clothes, the books I’ve purchased. Tomorrow I’m getting a ride down, which will end in me handing out pamphlets along the pride march route. SO how WIll I deal with all the crap I want to bring back?