I poured my first resin today in my garage/studio, an indication that I have finally ‘moved in’.
It’s not exactly as I want it, I need to build a longer bench and there are still bottles and tubes of goo that need unpacking and placing somewhere ergonomically available… but it’s good enough to start work.
As you can see there is good light, though maybe not in midwinter when it’ll probably be too cold for resin to set anyway.
I found my brain was getting to the state where it was re-running stupid, everyday nonsense like a scratched CD and I figured I had just too much unused Bio-RAM because I wasn’t creating.
Creating stuff, I am sure, is the only thing that really keeps me sane [-ish] and dealing with everyday crap is just boring and, somewhat, a waste of time if you allocate more than the minimum necessary brain power to it. I find myself getting annoyed with how much I’ve been “mugged” during this whole move and the negative side of life can just mushroom if not curtailed and buried in some beautiful blue resin, for example.
I have a couple of new paintings I want to do too, and an old one that needs serious work [it came out of the attic and I was sorely disappointed in a colour choice I had made before, so I can’t hang it in the house before remedial works are completed] … so, time to get cracking again.
I haven’t had such a nice space to work in for several years and so I’m looking forward to a new flush of activity.