It’s an overcast day, and I went to work cleaning in the studio. It’s a strange feeling sorting through stuff. In some ways art doesn’t exist if it’s piled in a corner and no one ever sees it, and as I sorted piles of junk I came across many things I’d forgotten about. There are paintings that I really should break up, reuse, throw out, and maybe try and sell. Or show. Or whatever. Maybe It’s time to make more art.