I had a false start with a piece for I, Defined. It’s something I want to do; just not right now.
Over the winter, I radically changed my work space. After toying with the idea of a separate studio on the second floor, I opted for surrendering a dining area – I only think one day I’ll have a dinner party – and established two convertible work spaces on the main floor.
I am so happy with both work spaces. It means picking up after myself, but that is never a bad thing. Because so much of what I am working on involves paper archives, two roll-away file boxes are a great help. That’s a good spot for the aborted I, Defined piece, I reckon.