I promised myself I’d finally clean up my mini-studio and get a good productive space. Packed up buckets of stuff for the niece, stretching back to when I was a (failed) art student in ‘93-’94. I didn’t use those day-glo French curves then, or even know what they were for; maybe she’ll find a use.
Shelved four sketchbooks, including the sources for the latest Sandusky Review. There’s a little more than a dozen left if you want one—and if you’ve gotten one, please let me know what you think.
Back to cleaning up and working myself through the Replacements’ catalog. I’m just about to hit the Sire years.
