
Happy finds in my mouse and squirrel ridden loft
Serious demolition has begun in the studio. Half the building is down to bare studs. The chore that I was most dreading – cleaning out the loft space – is pretty much complete. There is little that can’t be done when you put a mask on your face and your mind to that which seems insurmountable. It was disgusting up there. But lo and behold, even though I thought every last thing was going to find it’s way to the dump or a bonfire, I was wrong.
I knew my old prints of many moons ago were there, but I dared not hope they’d be anything salvageable. There were several old portfolios, all zippered up and miracle of miracles, un-infested. What a great surprise I got when I finally hauled the portfolios down and opened them up. The contents within were pristine.
I’m pretty sure the litho at left was done when I lived in NY and worked at the Art Student’s League. That would’ve been over 30 years ago