I’m not being lazy by not posting much lately, I promise! (*that comes later, when the beach weather begins*) I’m actually working on a bunch of stuff right now, including some new paintings. But the headliner? A studio reno! I’m crazy-excited, because my crafty dad has offered to build a storage wall for my work space, along with some other nifty solutions for all my junk. So, I’ve also been shopping for decor and cute little storage boxes, and I loathe shopping, so on top of it all, I also have mall-brain, which doesn’t lend itself well to productivity. (Seriously, shopping just sucks my soul.) And something else that doesn’t lend itself to productivity is the current state of my studio, which is a cross between “Hoarders” and Hurricane Drea.
So, while I don’t have any new work worthy of sharing at the moment, in my quest for chic minimalism, I’ve been sorting old files and came across this little gem.
I was six. I was kind of obsessed with being bionic. (This hasn’t really changed.) I liked to invent stuff, although I was too lazy to actually try to build any of it. (Yep, still doing it.) I also thought I was very witty and clever. (Also not really much improved.) And I liked to draw. (Omg, I’m still six…)
*If you’re too young to get the references, Google “Six Million Dollar Man”. (They should really be bringing that show back, that and The Bionic Woman. Why haven’t they done that?)