Studio 4A, RIP

• September 9th, 2006 • • photo, studio 4A •

Well, with the help of my husband and one of his buddies, I cleaned out the straggling dregs of the garage Friday night. There it stands, a gaping hole. Well, almost gaping. That pile in the back is a sculpture that I couldn’t ever finish called “Spindle.” It hung on like one of those cuts on your cheek: annoying and painful. So, I dragged it unceremoniously to the compactor and pressed the button until I could no longer hear the wood cracking and smashing the damn thing to bits.We actually started on Thursday night. The moment I stepped foot in the studio, I could feel tears coming on. Michael seemed to sense this and handed me my pick-axe and asked if I wanted to smash the two desks we had to move rather than find a new home for them. Senseless destruction helped to vent my anger and frustration as well as get rid of two large pieces of furniture that could previously not fit into the compactor. That, and there’s a sense of juvenile satisfaction to be had in leaving tiny pieces of wood and screws all over the parking lot. Bah. Take that apartment management.

Hell, I shouldn’t be so mopey about it, but it’s one of those “principle” things I like to hold a long-standing grudge about. So long, Studio 4A. I suppose now I’m in “Studio Guest Bathroom” until we buy our new house. Phooey.

 

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1. Nicole said,
   
   

   on September 9th, 2006 at 10:58 pm

   RIP, you one-eyed agonized monster with a gaping maw, you

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