I was rereading this blog a few months ago and realized that I hadn’t melted a can of wax in almost two years. In case you are new to the blog (or forgot all about it), what happened was the classic nature-abhors-a-vacuum scenario, also known as, “Sweetie, do you mind if I use your studio for a frame shop for a little while?”
How long is a little while, anyway? As long as it takes for the studio owner to wise up and kick the interloper out—or at least to the other side of the room.
Here’s what it looked like:
No, it was more like this:
Okay, my studio is not as amazing as King Tutankhamen’s tomb nor as infamous as the home of the Collyer brothers. But walking in there for the first time with my eyes open was almost as heart-stopping. Where had all this junk come from? The only resident was a very mature (by that I mean BIG) garden spider. I relocated Shelob out the window with great care.
As soon as I could fight my way over to the palette, I fired up the wax and filled the place with the aroma of honey and resin. Here’s what it looked like after I’d spent a couple of days cleaning up:
This is after I cleaned up around the table but before I’d managed to get close to the desk area. Sheesh! You’ll have to take my word for it, the place looks much better now.
So I’m ready to work again. Now what? Have to admit I’m a little nervous.