Of all the rooms in my house, the studio remains the most…spontaneous. When I finally enter it, it’s to settle down in front of the computer and distill my anger, my frustrations and my joys in the sentences which stumble, futile and incongruous, except for those who will take the time to stop and find meaning in them. Or I choose a few branches to build a basket or colors for a drawing. I accumulate materials there: branches, leaves, pine needles, cardboard boxes, strange fruits, old T-shirts, paper, canvas, pencils and tubes of paint. I arrange them methodically or, more often than not, drop them off at random, because when I walk into the studio, I’m on a mission, and that mission has nothing to do with tidying up.
That being said, the chaos that surrounds me ends up nibbling at my balance until the moment when, made nauseous by this debauchery of anarchy, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I have already published a post on this subject in my artist blog, and I realize that this cyclical problem will never leave me. It will return like a rising tide to swallow up all available space, before receding. But, unlike the tide, which does just fine on its own, this mess will require some intervention on my part. I feel ready.
And you? Do you have a wild and fierce piece that you want to tame? Shall we do it together? Step by step, without rushing it and without exhausting ourselves either, since after all, our goal is not to be proud of an impeccable house, but to enjoy an interesting life.
See you soon,
L.M. Rapp
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