September 30th, 2004

firesea: self-portrait

perspective

There's nothing like packing for a camping trip to make you simultaneously realize the ridiculous amount of stuff you "need" for a weekend away from civilization, and the sheer amount of stuff you have that, even if you "needed" it, you couldn't fit in the car.

I am perpetually trying to cut down on the sheer amount of stuff I have. As an artist, it's very difficult, because anything and everything can (and has!) become part of an art project. Time was I was so bad I couldn't find half the stuff I had (which of course made it worse than useless to be keeping it at all); I have made some progress from there.

Stuff. It gets in the way, it takes up valuable space, both physical and mental, it wastes time (organizing, finding, maintaining) and money (especially when I buy duplicates because I forget about or can't find the one I already have).

But at the same time when I go to get rid of things, I come up against so many barriers. The artist-pack-rat syndrome; sentimentality; and the most insidious, environmental guilt. Collapse )

That got longer than I expected. My brain seems to be working this morning, oddly enough - words are coming out easily, in a semi-coherent fashion. How odd.

But now it's nearly time to leave for a long weekend of ritual and drumming and dancing by the fire with some of my favorite people in the world! I will be offline until Sunday evening. If you need to get ahold of me - er, well - tough :)

In Nomine Babalon!
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