http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7768021.stm
I was reading this article by Clive James where he talks about creative spaces and mentions the Eamonn McCabe's Writers' Rooms exhibition where, funnily enough, he has photographed the 'creative spaces' of writers. I don't feel like I confine myself to anyone space, but when or wherever I work, I dominate. I take over the space and it VERY quickly becomes a nucleur wasteland. A dirty bomb hits and my crap scatters about in rooms and rooms of rubbish. But it's all essential, I lead myself to believe, integral for me to come up with the perfect... whatever it is I'm doing, I have to have my piles of crap, where amazingly I seem to know where whatever it is I need is. I can't work with things packed away or neatly kept in boxes, I want the sprawling mess, so when I suddenly change my idea I can grab something else (whether I'm being arty - and it'll be random objects or writery, and I'll want a picture or books or whatever... ) but I operate in chaos and I'm not ashamed of it!
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I've tried the 'pack into shoe boxes bit'. So instead of piles of random clutter, I'm left with piles of random boxes containing piles of random clutter. And my filing method, which has been well used if years. I can quickly identify the contents in each shoe box by the year I purchased the shoes they contained! Used to work fine till menopause set in!
Erin
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