Bobbie and I dug in to her studio mess as soon as I arrived. We cleared out and discarded books from the giant, tall bookcase. Rearranging the remaining books left her with three shelves that she could now fill and access with stuff she would use every day. Boxes of the discarded books were dragged down three flights to the garage.
Michael hadn’t wanted any change the last years before his death. Her studio, which had been the living room first now became a rabbit warren. Her art supplies piled up until the room looked as if a hoarder lived in it instead of a painter.
Monday morning, we cleared out a desk from Mikey’s room upstairs where she will throw paint around. We covered her good carpeting there with a plastic liner and a drop cloth that she nailed down. Just down the hall, this next room will be the sewing room where she sews attachments to the paintings. The old studio will be the room where the drawing is done on her big drawing table. We made more room there by taking apart a giant table, sliding it up a flight of stairs, and setting it up in the new painting room.
Each of the three rooms that are part of the studio will have only a piece or two of furniture remaining in it leaving room for large, artistic gestures.
Life is Really in the Footnotes:
Enders Game, went to two meetings, and said he missed me.