I have been contemplating the big shift of my studio from the Landaker Building back into my home. While I haven't decided 100 percent that this is what I will do, I have had many people weigh in on the subject, so I decided I should at least prepare. This decision meant a huge reorganization job, which I tackled this past weekend. Actually, it's only partly finished, I can't get my car into the garage yet. But this is still August. I don't have to panic until Thanksgiving.
In my Keep It Simple Stupid Feng Shui book -- which promises to tell me "how feng shui can change (my) life in 10 days!" -- there are frequent references to removing clutter. I had been able to ignore the first dozen or so statements that a cluttered and messy environment equaled a cluttered and messy life, but considering my immediate future and the dire state of my home studio, I started to pay attention at mention number 32.
One of the primary principles of feng shui is that we want to restore calm, order, and thus invite prosperity. Well, I'm all for that prosperity stuff, so I decided to tackle the clutter. And the thought occurred to me -- if I was going to move everything home, I had to find somewhere else to put it other than my husband's side of the bed.
In my unearthing of a dozen or so portfolios from my art school days (who knew...I might have needed that example of sequential imagery someday) I began to find some really awful stuff, but a few gems that had me laughing. I shudder at my early figure drawing days. I did find a cartoon I had drawn -- the sequential imagery assignment -- and since it still made me laugh I decided to post it here, even at the risk of offending all my cat loving friends.
But there is another reason why I posted this cartoon, other than justifying why I had kept it for so long (ie: clutter) and that is the insight this message provided.
..............okay, by now I am assuming you have clicked on the image and laughed your heads off either because you like the humor or because you are ridiculing the drawing skills...but the concept seems to apply itself to my life right now. What if staying at the Landaker Building was the metaphorical equivelent of sending a cat to do a dog's job? I mean, maybe I was sending my hypothetical cat self to the Landaker Building without wanting to admit that the Landaker Building concept was better suited to the artistic dogs of the world. The Landaker space is transforming itself into an art collective that is moving in another direction. I don't want to get caught up in something that involves lots of meetings and organization and...gasp...responsibilities other than my own. So maybe what had originally been a "cat's job" has somehow turned into a "dog's job" and if I stay there I'll end up ripping anything substantial into shreds. Anyway, it's one way to look at it.
I guess that's one advantage of being more than half a century old. I don't have the luxury of thinking I have decades of productive time ahead of me, so it wouldn't matter that much if I indulged a little wandering off track. But time is not necessarily on my side. And since I have always admired those who could identify a clear goal, and who had the courage to make choices based on whether the idea advanced toward the goal, or diverted away from it, perhaps it's time to follow their lead.