in all my image scavenging, i find myself not drawn to neat, orderly things
but these beautiful, spectacular messes.
piles of lovelies on tables. an overflowing shelf.
a studio mid-project.
and maybe, instead of working myself into a tizzy because my house looks like a small tornado ran through (and unfortunately, i can not blame the dogs or the boy, because i'm the one who leaves a trail of belongings and projects in my wake. hmmph.) i could just rearrange my thinking.
and try appreciating my own beautiful mess.
a wild thing should not be tamed, right?
i suspect this is just clever laziness.
but i tried.