Operation ‘Studio Scrapeout’ had been postponed for a couple of weeks while I went on a matting and framing binge (remember all the unfinished paintings cluttering up the calligraphy studio?).  And to make matters even worse, I foolishly agreed to do a show of my paintings in October, and October is upon us!

I gave up and took the last four paintings to the framer, and with any luck they will be ready for me when I’m ready to hang the show – tomorrow.

With that done, I went back to the calligraphy studio and tackled the drafting table.  Things were getting better.  Everything on the table that wasn’t a work in progress or a needed tool was put in a portfolio, on a shelf, or in the flat file.  I think I’m getting the hang of this organization thing.

As an added bonus, I found several calligraphy pieces that I had either been looking for, or had forgotten I had done.  Those are the ones that went into the portfolio, filling it out nicely.

All of a sudden, the huge expanse of empty space on the drafting table made everything seem worthwhile.  I was filled with a sense of calm and inner peace, and spent a pleasurable hour organizing all the tools on the tabouret and sorting piles of nibs into the  box of divided drawers that I had found at a yard sale.  Finally, it was being put to use, and I can now truthfully say that I can find all my nibs instantly.

There is now one work in progress on the drafting table, and one page of notes for the next project on the drafting table.  It’s now a pleasure to go into the studio and sit down in peace to work.  There are still little pockets of resistance to organize, but the worst is over.

The cats can get to the sunny windowsill without knocking anything over on the flat file, music fills the air, and working is again a pleasure.

The nightmare is over!

I just thought the nightmare was over – in truth it was just beginning!

True to her word, Ellen called bright and early Monday morning, and then she showed up for the second grueling session of “Studio Scrapeout”.  I was totally not up for this one, having been beaten down thoroughly by the previous day.

Nevertheless I persevered.  It’s amazing what one will do for one’s kids!

Over a cup of tea we decided on our goals for the day.  My urgent need was to have the top of my flat file cleared so I could use the paper cutters located there.  Ellen thought that was doable in the time we had allotted, and she also thought we might be able to clear the top of the watercolor desk, so that what was inside might be accessible (there’s a concept for you!).

Clearing the flat file was easy, but I had no idea she was going to become obsessed with the  watercolor desk!  She just had to see what was inside, and to do that we had to clear off the incredible amounts of unfinished paintings, papers and art supplies that had accumulated there!

Once again, the dining room table was drafted into service as a sorting table.  Papers were stacked in one pile, unfinished paintings were propped against the kitchen peninsula wall, and all supplies went into plastic boxes to be redistributed later.  The pile of empty boxes became a tower that threatened to topple if a door slammed.

The wind came up, and the front door to the studio slammed.  The tower toppled, and just to add insult to injury, papers and projects sailed off the drafting table onto the studio floor.

Sigh.  More job security.

I think it was at this point I suggested that we could use the unfinished paintings to start a bonfire.  Ellen gave me a withering look and offered the unwelcome comment that if the paintings and frames had gone up to the painting studio to be finished, the calligraphy studio might have stood a better chance!

Busted!

Stay tuned for Part Three…

I was buried under paper!  Every horizontal surface in my studio was covered with piles of paper and paintings and books, and God knows what else!  It was dangerous to go in there at night because of the bags of unfinished paintings and projects on the floor, just waiting to trip me; and the trail was so crowded with  frames leaning against walls and shelves I was bound to be injured badly if Iblundered into something in the dark!  Only the drafting table was relatively clear (because it’s not horizontal), and even there the flood of paper was making  inroads.  Just when I thought I couldn’t stand another minute of the horror – I woke up.

Alas, it was all too real.

And just when I thought I couldn’t stand another minute of the real horror, an angel of mercy descended in the form of our daughter Ellen, an accomplished calligrapher, musician and organizer extraordinaire, who announced that directly after our family brunch on Sunday morning, Phase One of “Studio Scrapeout” would commence.

She was not kidding.  Right after the table was cleared she snapped into action, and her boyfriend and her Dad fled the scene!

Within minutes the dining room table was covered with piles of paintings, papers and books and other things to be sorted, boxes had been dragged out of shelves, emptied and piled in a corner awaiting new (organized) uses, and chaos reigned.  She actually wanted me to put like with like!  Can you believe it?

I’m pretty sure that at one point I heard her say “Get a rake”, but that could have been an echo in my own mind – a flashback to her early childhood when I suggested that a rake would be a useful tool for cleaning her bedroom floor!

Note to self:  Be careful what you say, it may come back to haunt you.

After several hours of torture (sorting, boxing and labeling), I whined that dinner still had to be made and served, and we needed to clean off the table if anyone was going to eat.  Ellen had mercy.  We cleaned off the table, finding logical places in the studio for all the piles of stuff, and then she collected her long-suffering boyfriend and with hugs all around said “See you tomorrow Mom – I’ll call”.

To be continued…..