Gypsum dust coats everything in the basement\u00a0and a lot of the main floor, from the drywall cutting for\u00a0the replumbing<\/a>\u00a0and subsequent repair.<\/p>\n I had to\u00a0dust and then box up\u00a0the odds and ends in my office and art space, and throw out the papers and photos that were water-damaged.<\/p>\n Didn’t take long to see why I’d put this\u00a0off.<\/p>\n It’s sad to throw away\u00a0the large mats that I custom-cut so carefully, back in 2008-09. I had my own gallery space in a beautiful old building in downtown Jasper, displayed big prints of my photographs, and had receptions for each change of season. Now it’s all just piles taking up room in the closet.<\/p>\n It’s discouraging to wipe cobwebs and drywall dust off\u00a0the two shelves of oil paintings that I did in 2010-11. They haven’t had to move to make room for anything new in a very long while.<\/p>\n I have a whole drawer of oil paints and a box of nice oil brushes and a stack of blank canvases, bought with those monthly checks from Dad<\/a>, just waiting for five years, rarely touched.<\/p>\n It’s a bummer to throw away almost an entire box of 500 business envelopes. I bought bulk\u00a0quantities of office supplies in those heady days of 2011-12 when we launched\u00a0our company<\/a>\u00a0and planned to turn it into a significant business.<\/p>\n It makes me a little angry to pack up the supplies for encaustic wax painting and layered transparencies from just last year. Seems like I can never stick with\u00a0any one technique.<\/p>\n Worst of all are the stained, larger-than-life prints on satin of ordinary Afghans. They were part of an exhibit, Beyond the Mountains<\/a>, that was shown\u00a0in four galleries from 2010-12.<\/p>\n Then the public got tired of Afghanistan and I didn’t have the energy to find another venue for the exhibit. For the last three and a half years they have just been sitting in a box in my closet, and now they’re ruined.<\/p>\n My office and art space is full of reminders of all the things I dreamed of but didn’t do. Piles and piles of gesture drawings, figure drawings, trying to capture ideas that were so clear to me but never made it into paintings. Folder after folder of projects I got started on – history, writing, art, business – and didn’t finish.<\/p>\n Time is finite. I might live to be 100, and I might die before I’m 57. Whenever it is that I go, all these piles will add up to just another heap of trash on the deck.<\/p>\n Remember man that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Now I’m on the couch, nursing a sore back and tired arms. 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