my studio is my apartment but i don't live there now, since the pandemic began i've been living across town with my partner and just going back for mail. actually i didn't make work there, but it was a kind of incubator. now it's kind of a museum. there's decades of work and objects and since i've been gone it feels like a museum of myself. i put the dog picture because that's what i do now, and i thank dog i have dogs to walk and a dog blog to talk about life during the pandemic.

(thanks for showing us all kinds of cool things—i'm sorry i don't know how to make the pictures smaller)

 

* i also dreamed about the studio last night i think. i was agitated about the windows. i was wishing i could just be shed of the studio. i was thinking of another storage, but i do love that space, and it would be sad to put my beloved stuff in a dark storage. there it is light, and i imagine making it more comfortable and curated. from here maybe i could go and clean it and visit with all my loved things.

*i sent the above to aviewfromtheeasel at hyperallergic.com. i doubt they'll include it so i put it here.