Chris and Fred would appear prefer the motto of my paternal grandfather - make it a double while you're at it! They ordered huge quantities of wood, screws, brackets, plugs, glue... which I was certain we wouldn't use, but turned out to be perfectly correct. My responsibility was the plastic boxes which I estimated at twenty units, feeling somewhat of a lightweight when they only covered two of the five shelves.
Jane can't understand the rush. Why don't you leave it until the roof's done and then you can shove everything in the loft. She misses the point; I don't want to shove everything in the loft; I want it all available, on show, in neat rows of carefully marked boxes. I want to count and stack and organise and reorganise...
Until eventually I do something more creative.
Because for me, organisation is part of the creative process. I find it impossible to work in clutter; I dislike background music, TV or any form of distraction; I spend hours tidying my desk, longer clearing my mind - in order to write or paint for what may only be minutes.
But when those minutes are good, they are worth all the preparatory effort. The editing, reworking and general faffing can all follow - those processes are less dependent on order and silence. It is my creative spark which seems to require neatness - a counter intuitive notion to some, who think of creativity as a mystical and messy process.
In some ways it would be good to like disorder. It would at least save time and DIY bills. But we are who we are, and I crave neatness. I once had a colleague whose diary was so perfect I ached with envy and couldn't understand his poor progress - that he was a useless salesman is beside the point; I'd have promoted him many times on the strength of his records.
And not all artists conform to the wild romantic stereotype. Piet Mondrian used used to paint in a suit and tie, as did LS Lowry (though he really was odd). Indeed, Mondrian's calculated grids have a certain resemblance to my newly shelved and neatly ordered garage. How many boxes would it take, I wonder, to fill racking as beautiful as his?
A man can never have too many sheds. I like that. I may quite it to my wife / mother / sisters at some future date.
ReplyDeleteThose organized shelves and their streamlined contents speak to my heart. I love organization. My desk is a disaster because i didn't get in there this weekend and now I have put it off till Monday night. I sit in this room and I can 'feel' the mess from here.
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I am incredibly jealous. Please come to my house and tidy us up, I don't even know where to begin.
ReplyDeleteMr. Fly is a shed man....a multiple shed man and all goes well as long as he is the only person in there. No one else seems capable of putting things back where they found them.....
ReplyDeleteI work best with my working materials within a hand's reach, but no one would claim it to be tidy. I assemble what I want, and clear away the mountain when the next job needs to be done, but while I'm working I want no distractions...not even the walk to a bookshelf.