Progress is being made but my god, am I slow– so slow. Putz putz putz is pretty much the pace and as I just typed that, I realized putz as a noun has an entirely different meaning in Yiddish slang– oh well– if there is anything I am not doing today is going back and ripping out words. No sir– here, let me distract you with a flash of thigh.
The funny thing is– it feels so good and if my one camera that is pretending to have a full memory card was not being such a, wait for it– putz, then I could have real shots of some areas of the apartment that are coming together.
And, in this moment, you gotta wonder– will it EVER? But, keep the faith– things are finding their place and it really is feeling good. Slow, but good.
thank god for the pink satin princess eye cover
that Tracey gifted me in NYC last February
as the ambient street light is requiring a black-out shade
that has yet to be procured
Until the office/studio is divested of its floor-to-ceiling boxes and guff, behold the temporary desk cum dining table:
Someday, someday it will be done.