Trying to create order, clearing the surfaces, putting things away. The trouble is those other things already on the shelves. Piles of notebooks & papers, squares of painted canvas for projects that never got done. Pretty soon I have twice as much stuff on the floor. For instance, a series of paintings I made from the movie To Kill a Mockingbird, the scene where Jem and Scout walk home through the dark woods and she's in the Ham costume.
I watched this scene over and over without sound. I had in mind to make a quilt of ten or so small paintings, and I created a long text for it that involved a visit from Freud's niece. (I wonder where that is.)
In my version, Jem looked more like a boy from Eastern Europe.
And I kept forgetting the eye slot in the ham.
Somehow the project never quite gelled. But I've held on to the pieces, in case.
It occurs to me that a blog can be a place to store things.
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