Big “Art” creates big messes and I help.
In the shop there is a work bench, a small cubby I call my “study” where several easels and project tables await, and a finishing room I keep very clean.
In my practice myriad cast-off chips lounge and parts dance on the flat surfaces everywhere. The second and third attempts at Big “Art” loll against the wall. My sad secret is I prepare two canvases in case, no, when I goof.
Cleaning after each session is my habit, however the “neat-ifying” comes later.
Big Clean is the order of the day after an intense effort of what I call Big “Art”. Creating “order” is part of the process and the “muse” does not ‘get-it’. In fact ‘she’ is very absent with never a peep from her golden lips.
The Shark™and the Swiffer™ take their turns. The smell of turpentine is replaced by Pinesol ™ and Clorox™. Windows sparkle, everything is dusted, all pillows plumped, the fridge re-filled with drinks.
The day after Big “Art” should receive an “H-rating”, to be hated, but I enjoy the work. It is a true ‘catharsis’ (like the pun, keep it) I am getting ready for the next scheme.
And I cannot wait.