Over the past few weeks our basement has been buried under an enormous pile of my old belongings. Let me explain. My mum is moving from the house she has been living in for the last decade so she demanded I reclaim everything I had 'stored' since my student days. As I had no idea exactly what was there, I told her to bin the lot. But she refused..far too sentimental. Fair enough!
So here we go...boxes full of photos and letters, a wooden table I made when I was 10 at my Steiner school and a LOT of drawings from my different art schools. So throughout this ugly grey and cold weekend I've spend most of my time sorting out and binning most of it! Sad in a way but at the same time I can't go on keeping it all. We'd need a castle.
I kept the good drawings and some hand drawn architectural plans - they were too painful to throw away as I can still remember the hours spent on each project...Scissors, glue, scalpel and large amount of paper. Back in the days were there was no Photoshop around...
