Clearing space is a much under glorified way of spending time.
There is an obvious usefulness in the activity of course, creating tidy, uncluttered areas in which to work without the distraction of too much muddling stuff.
But that’s expected.
Almost without fail whilst a-sorting, I will find a vital mislaid scraping tool or fabulously marked paper fragment that might enhance the next piece I make.
Fortuitous but not life changing.
This time though, this super deep clean of my studio left me feeling elated.
The act of destroying my work was not some frenzied attack of self-loathing. (I know too well when that is the deal.)
This was mindful purpose.
I had created these pieces. I discovered, explored and honed skills. I developed narratives, questioned and challenged myself. All that could not be destroyed just by the act of cutting up, by removing the work from being.
It is not lost - I absorbed it all both good and bad. I made the commitment to progress during all the time of making and now I had just let go of the physical reminder of that transformative process.
Transformation might take a lifetime to manifest itself.
Recognising it might just take a random act of space clearing.
Photo from Kim Ayres Photography