I am using the term “work” rather loosely here because I use this space for all kinds of stuff, and not just “work.”
I keep a lot of my stuff here. It’s My.Stuff. A lot of which brings me joy/inspiration/all of the above.
Yesterday I hit a breaking point (big things get done when I hit that breaking point) and I swept a huuuge stack of paper-based ephemera into one honkin’ big envelope: ticket stubs, postcards, postage stamps, scraps of art papers… things I was saving for projects that never happened. And it’s all going to Pennsylvania. Seriously. I posted a message to an art-related discussion board and someone claimed it in exchange for a package of fine black markers. I knew it would go fast. And it did.
Do you like peeking at people’s workspaces? I do. I’ve been staring at these shelves for some time. Everything that’s stored or diplayed here is special to me in some way. Oh sure, it might look cluttered to you, but it’s actually highly organized! Really.
Click through for the rest of them on Flickr. Each pic has individual notes too. Okay. Back to work.
