In space, no one knows if you clean.
Hey all. Anyone can tell you an artist normally has a bit of organized chaos around his workspace. Mine was a Jawa’s paradise.
It looked like something out of a horror movie, so let’s get on with it. Displays must be built, and space must be made. Time to pop the garage open and see what I am working with.
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“A transmission? Out here?”
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“Mother, I’ve turned the cooling unit back on. Mother!”
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“An organism. Open the hatch.”
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“Alien life form. Looks like it’s been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it’s growing out of the chair.”
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It is one of those things in life you don’t often notice – the more effort and love put into something, the more interesting and arguably beautiful the aftermath looks.
Woohoo! All clean, and ready for a couple of huge displays to get started.
A pic of the organized doodads. This is going to be incredibly helpful to have everything out on one wall of shelves.
That’s it for this one! Hopefully soon I will have some substantial supplies purchased and will be ready to start.
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