Ah, the age-old negotiation. Beginning around the age of 5 (3, if you’re particularly precocious) and ending somewhere around, um, death.
In this case, I’m talking about workstations, creative spaces, your studio, or what-may-have-you. What have you? I was on the phone with a Faerie and being the rude creature I am I asked if she’d show me hers. A bit of a contest, if you will. Who has the most disorganized work/creative/what-may-have-you space. I’m fairly certain that I won.
Being a tight-rope-walker of Dissociative Indentity disorder, there are several areas where I enjoy sacrificing myself at the Alter of Creative Madness. I’ll just show you photos of two of these areas. Good grief! You’ve not even shown me one of yours, so do stop complaining.
Welcome to my Storytelling-Scribbling-Cosmic-Note-Taking-Doodling-Writing and *General Mayhem “space.”
And this is where my Dabble-Babble-Mad-Scientist-y stuff seems to occur.
To be honest though, this stuff happens everywhere. Especially in inconvenient locations: my day job at the construction site, a doctor’s office, crowded elevator (which must be filled with strange, business type people), or in line at the grocery store. Keep in mind that these are only examples. Many other inappropriate locations are possible. Let’s just say I’m accustomed to being on the receiving end of many looks of bafflement to outright hostility simply for making random, seemingly incomprehensible statements or chuckling to myself.
I sincerely hope that you’re enjoying whatever Sunday Madness you’ve found yourself up-to-your-neck-in.
*General Mayhem can be committed anywhere and I encourage you to commit it as much as possible. On the other hand, Specific Mayhem requires a specific space, depending of course specifically on what type of Mayhem you wish to get down with. I’m working on a book on Mayhem Etiquette, but until that is complete I’m afraid you’re on your own.